When I extend mind's control to ordinary life,id est while I'm walking or when I have a break, I start to observe that beyond every thought it hides itself a sort of fashion, of trick. Why should I think them? lots of them have no sense, only fashion. Recurrent thoughts, the ones who appear harmless, they are the worst. In the moment you think they are won, in the following moment they re-appear in all their fashion. Mind seems to appear to have a his life, detached from me as a organizzation of his life without I have some part in it. So it seems to me as I were a puppet with their will dominating in the deep of myself, not mine. I would like to know whether this observation is correct. If anyone can give me, in his more vast experience, direction.