Whoever knows that the mind is a fiction and devoid of anything real knows that his own mind neither exists nor doesn't exist.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Who would set a limit to the mind of man? Who would dare assert that we know all there is to be known?
When you write fiction, you have an ideal reader in your mind who's sort of you but smarter.
That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, is what every body will allow.
In the broad sense, as a processing of everything one hears or witnesses, all fiction is autobiographical - imagination ground through the mill of memory. It's impossible to separate the two ingredients.
If with open mind one reads and observes industriously and long; if in so doing one covers a wide field and so covering reflects in terms of realism, he is likely, soon or late, to be brought to a sudden consciousness that Man is an unknown quantity and his existence unsuspected.
The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.
The adage that fact is stranger than fiction seems to be especially true for the workings of the brain.
Many people have observed that truth is stranger than fiction. This has led some intellectuals to conclude that it's stranger than non-fiction as well.
You can't know your real mind as long as you deceive yourself.
He who knows nothing is closer to the truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.