(I despise billboards, but hey, it's only a metaphor. . .) To rein in the mind is like riding a wild horse One brief lapse in vigilance and it's gone galloping toward some ideal, into myth, and fantasy. Being astride it, one's feet are removed from the ground; Out of touch, out of contact with the earth. That loss of contact places the rider in delusion; Return to your own body, Walk among your own kind.