/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: sumanthreddy1694 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-sumanthreddy1694-48x48.jpg?cb=1639666184 Like a box stuffed to the bursting point with exotic fabrics, or a soundproof room full of music . . . my mind is filled with questions and answers, observations and ideas, words of comfort and words of teaching, all shut up within my head—tormenting me with the desire to speak. But I cannot speak. Why is that? What fear is it that holds me back, traps my true self in a tight little knot which no one ever sees? My inability to express my thoughts is driving my mind into itself. Is this where craziness begins—with a brain that's become like an ingrown toenail? I must learn how to speak, before it's too late. My mind must grow outward, not inward. What wisdom I have, what knowledge, must