Living the life

of the mind, or any other kind of life,
requires living in a body. But the body's
problems are manifold; repeating and

repeatable, even as they're unknowable. 
Hannah Arendt wrote The Life of the Mind
to query how thinking connects the active

life and the contemplative mind. She asked, 
"What are we doing when we do nothing 
but think?" As we discover, the world

of appearances from which we draw
evidence of our science and art, reveals
as well as conceals. The moment the mind

lights on a string of inverted clouds, science
comes up with a name for it. But no one has yet
definitively answered what it all means: we are 

trial and error. This is what we call the ineffable—never
 arriving at zero, or upon arrival, finding out the restless
mind is off again to dance with the next illusion.