I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
With my somewhat vague aspiring mind, to be imprisoned in the rude details of a most material life was often irksome.
The mind is everything. What you think you become.
The world is full of people who have never, since childhood, met an open doorway with an open mind.
When I first went to prison, I was even questioning where, God, where are you?
I used to think like Moses. That knocked me down for a couple years and put me in prison. Then I start thinking like Job. Job waited and became the wealthiest and richest man ever 'cause he believed in God.
A mind enclosed in language is in prison.
And I did wonder - because it's now three years ago since I left prison - whether there would come a time when I would forget it, or it would be in the past as anything else might be - no, it's there every day of my life.
Whether you are a genius or an idiot, a thief or, like me, a Zen priest who has cultivated the mind for 30 years - the mind anyway is subject to conditions.
I created something that became a phenomenon without becoming a prisoner to it.
I was never in a mental institution for a long time. I was in psych wards.