Balloons for a party. Graduation gift for another. Man in handcuffs. House break-in. News of death in Iraq and in China.

All this in one's own mental experience at a moment in time. How many minds in the world with hundreds of different mind-experiences . . . mind events, how many are there at this same moment?

Shouldn't someone be storing all the mind events of all thinking creatures in one library somewhere in the universe? Are these “mind events” not important enough? Are all of the cellphone conversations being recorded in one place somewhere? What if? Of course, all this is absurd.

Is the total thinking of billions of people at this moment insignificant or are these strings and capsules of thought and communication not physical or real mind products?  Are they meant to disappear in nature? Yet “mind events” make us who we are.

The expression “within my own mind” has always intrigued me. I love living within my own mind. I engage in “within my own mind” thinking when I wake up during the night to entertain myself until I go to sleep again. But seriously, doesn't all life take place within one's mind?

Perhaps this is the type of subject that would only come up on a blog or is it merely another silly “mind event,” like so many, somewhat like ballons being pushed in the back seat area of a car but too light to be held down?

I don't like thinking that some day all my mind events will be no more and that there will be no memories of them.