Just make your mind a complete blank.

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

It's true. My mind was blank.

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

That's what was running through my head!

And I had to visualize the swim.

A fire in my brain that separated us...

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

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

And that feeling hasn't left me yet.

This area shown here is an area called the hippocampus.

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

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.

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

Voices in my brain, of friends that was slain.

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

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

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

Feeling and model in our head, reality is the outside world.

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

Yes.

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

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

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

I'm thinking of Lorenz contractions and Einsteinian relativity.

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

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

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

And, as sociologists have observed, there is war going on in the minds of children.

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

So the ideas and the narratives of Al Qaeda come to your mind immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Such a process also requires the convening of a special summit of the heads of the States bordering the Caspian.

I'm left with quite a few things I wanted to say.

That never lets me free

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

Usually, an architect can somehow envision the end state of what he is designing.

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

I saw only your face.