There is a suit we wear that has a life of its own.
It is knitted of the fabric of words, images and sounds, mischievous characters that no one else can see—or would care to know.
You, however, hear them day and night, chattering, buzzing, playing their games in the courtyard of your mind. They are all the threads of the garment of thought that envelops you.
Leave your thoughts to play on their own, and they will take you for a ride to places you never wanted to see.
Grab the reins, master them, direct them, flex your mind, and they will follow. Provide them a script, and they will play along.
Do something quick, because you, after all, are dressed up within them.
Maamar Shoftim 5729. Tanya, chapters 4, 6, 9, 12