The mind loops around itself in circles, zigzags and meandering trails. Men are often ignorant of the fact that thoughts appear by themselves and bear no direct connection to a man’s own identity. We watch the electric tube, listen to rhyming airwaves, soak in sinful gossip and all of these tidbits of impressions drip through our heads as mediocre material to mull over and chew. If the thought is cold, it passes in and out like a grey indifferent cloud. Should it grow warmer, it may provoke a change of gesture in the face. Let this thought be hot and humid, and a man will invariably react and justify whatever results come his way. Men live out their lives as simple and as mechanically as this, floating along the currents of accidental association.