Loop de loop...

I suppose the human mind is a labyrinth within a labyrinth.
The loop de loop?
Where our thots take form and spiral, picking up material along the way, making its way to our consciousness? Some probably get lost along the way before they have time to take root. And some get recycled, remade and resurface as something totally different the next second. Or they never get fully formed, leaving us with only an inkling we can't quite place our finger on?

Sometimes, they make sense and they seem so clear then wham, they baffle us the next microsecond. It's no wonder there are so many misunderstandings btwn pp when we ourselves do not know what we want, what we really feel and how we will react when faced with things.
There are always aspirations to be better, to be perfect and to do our best, to be good. Yet... reality is never as clear, nor simple.