There’s a quiet room inside your soul where the purest thoughts go to live.
When a thought is born, it must decide: am I willing to suffer for my cause, or will I compromise my ideas a little if the going gets too tough? Once a thought makes its decision, it gets assigned a place to live. The thoughts that show the least conviction unpack their bags (though they usually haven’t brought much with them) in the lightest part of the skull, right behind the nose. That way, they can escape with a sneeze if their impatience gets the best of them.
Naturally, there are many degrees and shades of thought, and they all have their peculiar characteristics and their own ways of dwelling within you. For example, there are the anxious thoughts that pace back and forth in the pit of your stomach, and there are the wild thoughts that pound against your chest, thumping like a drum in-between heartbeats. But the thoughts living inside your soul – well, these are an especially interesting bunch. They’re very kind, as a whole, and gracious – but they possess a certain steel which makes them surprisingly strong beneath their gentle mien.
It’s hard to describe these soul-thoughts in one broad stroke because each is wonderfully unique, but one central cord seems to run through them all, connecting them, and I suspect it’s this cord that gives them their unusual tenacity and strength.
The cord, of course, is love, and the stronger love is inside the soul, the more beautiful these thoughts appear, and the room they live in grows warmer and brighter, until it becomes a welcome refuge for the weary pilgrim who passes by, longing for a place to rest his head.