My mind is a dangerous place, I thought. My thoughts linger in my mind, my darkest, deepest, most sacred secrets lurks in my mind. Indeed, my mind is a dangerous place. I can’t bear to be alone with my mind, less it will consume me whole. It will devour me of my own being until I’m reduced to nothing but my mind. And is that a good thing or bad thing? I can’t decide. I am dependent on my mind. My mind with its dark and secret passageways guiding me away from the light. I can’t. I need to get away from my mind. Not when I know I’m not strong enough to deal with the temptation for a more peaceful and permanent way out that comes from my mind. So, yes, indeed my mind is a very dangerous place to be in these sort of times. I need to get away. But, can I?