All I could think of was the guy with the saxophone and what he was playing.

A fire in my brain that separated us...

It's true. My mind was blank.

That's what was running through my head!

And at 3 00 in the morning, with my brain fairly seething...

And I had to visualize the swim.

I hated her so, I couldn't get her out of my mind.

I guess it was just a wish I had running through my head.

Somewheres in that testimony, somebody said something that stuck in my brain.

I'd like for you to picture it in your mind.

Just make your mind a complete blank.

And I got it in my head that all the Indians there must be workers.

I had an image of Lance Armstrong in my mind.

Let's get out of this lobster trap. We need salt air.

Voices in my brain, of friends that was slain.

And that feeling hasn't left me yet.

When I opened my eyes, the music was still there.

But some of the things you were saying here before... just kept flapping back to me out of the night.

Man, that's a thrill. Almost blew the sawdust out of my head.

I was very struck by Natalie Merchant's songs last night, recovering old poems.

And when I think of him, it's this picture that I see.

The moment I say school, so many memories come back to me.

And I realized, the roots of the way I sort of thought was just the only natural way to think about things.

Oh, like I got a seagull with a broken wing in my head.

I'm thinking of Lorenz contractions and Einsteinian relativity.

You know, I never could rub that out of my mind.

And so I literally swam across the North Pole hundreds and hundreds of times in my mind.

And this is when the project Solar Impulse really started to turn in my head.

I thought he was koo koo, but something about that really stuck.

That never lets me free

This area shown here is an area called the hippocampus.

He got thrown in jail for it, but I have his words tattooed on my brain.

It's grown in my mind, and then it's grown in terms of the whole process that I go through.

And then we have x is equal to 0.098 divided by 22.4.

The sea air would be great for him!

And we'll wind in the target.

So every one of us had pictured in his mind a dc3 as he knows one.

Now, this leads to an interesting question that might be popping in your brain.

A southwester blew up and landed us on a mud bank.

Yes.

In the back of my mind... a warning bell was ringing.

And thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain, unmixed with baser matter!

It's got no destination in mind it's just enjoying the journey.

Your vague memories, the faces of people that you were never able to love...

And constantly, the question, Well, why? Why? What is this relating to?