There are people, I have heard,
Who know what they are thinking
Without first needing to write it down.
What must it be like to know oneself so clearly,
Not to need the physical act of writing
To mediate what’s in one’s mind?
I can only guess how the mind of another works.
I have heard that some prefer the journey,
Astounding to me, who loves the destination.
When I hear startling news, I react from the gut.
Others react from the head, seeing with clarity
What needs to be done, while I’m still grunting.
If I can’t even understand the mind of a finite person,
Why would I expect to plumb the mysteries of the mind of God?
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