My monkey is fatigued. It does its dance all day, all night. It is the mind monkey. I had to laugh tonight in the middle of the Mozart Requiem as I observed its antics. I guess I never really liked the metaphor of the monkey, but now I am getting it. It has a lot of personality. It is actually your pseudo-self, your scattered self. Your externally obsessed self. It actually can seem very entertaining until one notices how tiresome it gets. That’s why it’s called the monkey. It’s not going anywhere – it’s a natural part of you. But it’s important to distinguish yourself from it. Your truer self, one hopes.

originally published on 10/11/08