The New Thought

And in your sickness of it, you reflect on the sickliest times, experiences, and you walk out of the door, just to get away from it all, in your own pathetic way. And faces outside of the door, don't appear to smile anymore, and anyway, they can't remember these sickliest times of yours. So you go for the medicine, and in the morning, this doesn't seem to remember these times either. So between you and the medicine, between the memory and the present thought and feeling, lies the feeling to be translated to the thought. And the new thought is a pure thing, and holds no memories or preconceptions.This thought is your freedom.