When the mind is distracted, ALWAYS fill your hands.

The mind is a wondrous being.  You can be in the middle of your crowded mind, yet feel in isolation.  This solitude can lead one to parts of the mind one wishes to move past.  I say "move past" because one cannot remove these secret rooms; they are as perminent as the cornerstones of the being's mind.  One must learn to walk with grace down the hallway which contains these rooms.

Entering these rooms is at one's own fate.  I believe if one has traversed the hallway long enough, passing to and frow in front of these rooms, one may be safe to enter.  But if one is merely curious; if one becomes distracted, then the hour glass is broken.  It's as if it's game over, like it's a new hallway. 

One must fill there hands.  What is that... "Idle hands..."?  Something about fondle? Fonder?  WE human beings and our minds...  Fill my hands with the love of my life.  Fill them with my family.  Fill them with music.  Fill them with friendship.  Fill them with a cool, deserving can of beer after a long hot sweaty day in the sun. Fill them with the memory that one has the strength to walk down the long hallway, past his secret rooms, with his back straight; his head held high.  Fill my hands with these things, and I will earn the respect of my own mind.