THE HUMAN THOUGHT

It was not a voice that spoke, nor a vision that formed in color. It was something more ancient and profound; a presence, a whisper that crossed the veil of sleep and stirred the deep waters of consciousness. As the world slumbered, one phrase took flight within the chambers of the soul:
"The Human Thought - An Arrow That Never Stops Flying."
The words echoed as if etched by fire into the fabric of awareness. They didn't merely rest upon the mind; they moved, they resonated, they flew. And ...