Tried to Lose my Mind- but Done Gained it Back!

From previous entries, it is clear that I keep repeating the same patterns, constantly chasing the same things. Things that are never to be found;

first because want affirms lack; and second because just when I'm about to advance, I seem to regress. Fortunately, this current position shows promise for actual acceleration from the starting point, in the direction of motion for the race. Now this is a time-trial. No one else is in the track, and it's all good. But we have a better chance of beating our last time, if we drive the course in the proper direction for scoring, yeah? It also helps if we release the clutch this time! And maybe, if we do it right, we'll find the exit from the closed course, and get to the freeway this time.

So the goal here, is literally, to go out of mind. Mind will only cloud our ambitions and keep us in the constant noise of a bad TV show, in which we are eternally starring. I want to think less, do more. Or less. Depending. Mostly less. "Chop wood, carry wood." It's all smooth from here. No longer a hope. No longer a wish. Just a truism. I've already started my inertia in the desired direction of motion, and it won't be long now before it's perpetual, in accord with Newton's first law of thermodynamics. And in this case, there won't be an outside force to counteract the motion. Not even dearth.