The Sovereign Mind
"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven." — John Milton In a bustling city buzzing with the symphony of honking horns and the whir of engines, Alex moved in his most prized possession-a vintage sports car, he had named " Eleanor ," Eleanor was a magnificent machine with a gleaming crimson exterior and an engine that purred like a contented tiger. Under Alex's eagle-like focus, Eleanor glided through traffic with an almost sentient grace. Her turns were precise, and her acceleration smooth. One day, however, Alex was preoccupied with a tempest of worries – a looming deadline at work, a forgotten anniversary gift, a flickering check engine light on the dashboard that he hadn't had time to address. As he started his commute, Eleanor's movements became jerky, her engine sputtered, and her tires squealed loudly around a corner she usually took with ease. A near-miss with a yellow cab jolted Alex back to real...