The Human Mind

Again, kudos to Numba2Son for inspiration on this one. He will know exactly what I mean.
Not the brain; the mind. I know the brain fires bunches of electrodes and capillaries from synapse to syncope, but what does that mean? The previous sentence is an example of what I mean. How does a mind come up with such disjointed minutiae?
Have you ever walked down Main St. or around the town square or down Michigan Ave. or Peachtree St. and observed people? Better yet, find a good place to sit where you can be unobserved. What is that guy thinking? How will he tell his wife that he is having an affair with her brother? Should he sell that GyroGearGoose stock? Why do his armpits itch?
And the young woman walking behind him. Who the hell gave me the STD? That damned Raul, I bet. Or Blacksnake. I knew that wasn't his cousin!
Or just tune in on your own gray matter and let it run. Does anyone in LaLaLand own a pair of leather gloves? If so, have they ever become wet. If yes, don't they remember how much smaller they were when they dried?
How can the lyrics of a great song bring tears to my eyes when I can see a dead person on the news and remain totally unaffected?
What the hell are athletes thinking when they juice up?
Who is the idiot that first used the word "re-invent"?
That patch of earth on which you are currently sitting or standing - what did it look like 500 years ago? Swampland? Inland sea? Conifer forest?
Who was the first guy to eat an oyster? A tomato? A mushroom?
What was it like living on the street on which Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne, J.D. Souther, Glenn Frey, Don Henley and David Crosby lived? How would you like to be a fly on the wall during some of their jam sessions?
What is that guy's deepest darkest secret? Something he has never even told his wife or family. Something he would take any length to hide. Everyone has something in the dark recesses of their mind.
Whatever happened to that one-night-stand I picked up at CS's around Christmas in 1969? What about Kathy? I know she married her fiancee when he got out of the Air Force. Wonder if she ever thinks of our 1966 short-lived affair? Wonder if she ever told him?
Why can some people wish themselves to that other plain? Is mind travel possible?
What kind of cohones did the early sailors have? Just take off sailing into the unknown.
Are there parallel universes? Why is the plural of "universe" not "universae"?
The mind is wonderful. And dark. And open and airy. And capable of so much.
I always wanted to sit and observe a day room in a psychiatric facility. What is going through their minds? They exist with us, but on a different plane. Why them? Chemical imbalance. Physical deterioration of the brain. Childhood trauma.
Aren't sociopaths fascinating? I mean, absolutely no conscience. No conception of right and wrong. Nothing to guide them except their primal drive.
Narcissists. Some people really think that everything that happens in the world is related to them? And they're not just politicians and surgeons. Some are just plain people. Some start religions and cults. In that vein...how can anyone take David Koresh, Jim Jones, Maharesh Yogi or these TV preachers seriously? And how are they any different than Martin Luther, Joseph Smith, John Wesley, etc.?
What would compel a seemingly sane human being to be sitting at his computer at 9:08 on a Sunday morning, listening to "Tunes Till Two" on Z106 and typing a blog entry just because the thought entered his mind about an hour ago?