Sex, birth, death

T.S. Eliot wrote, "Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act, falls the shadow."

What is it like to be afraid of your own mind? Knowing of what you are capable of, and having those acts being played inside your mind. Over and over again. Fantasies. When do they become realities?

When you start believing in them?

Or when you start acting and doing them?

We all have our own world inside of our mind. And unlike our life, we are the only ones who have access to it. No one else can intrude into it, and most of the time, no one else knows what's going on inside. Sometimes, the mind has a life of its own. Like watching a show on TV, but instead, it's all in the mind.

This week's Criminal Minds deal with this issue. A killer was out killing prostitutes, purging the streets of the wicked. A young boy was having fantasies about cutting up women, and hurting them bad. He knew he has a problem, and he acknowledged it. But somehow, he was powerless to stop himself. His mind was too powerful, and too demanding.

In the end, he tried to end the fantasies, by killing himself. It was better to die than to hurt another. Noble intentions? Probably.

T.S. Eliot wrote, "Between the desire and the spasm, between the potency and the existence, between the essence and the descent, falls the shadow. This is the way the world ends."