The mind is adept at generating novelties, new forms of the same, but it isn't the mind, there's no such thing, it's this thought you are thinking now - and the immense crowd of things that came together to bring it about are contained inside it, each instance put together from scratch, newly drawn from dark waters. The only freedom you have, if there is any at all, is not to be found in any such strange fish. Don't haul it in, give it a kiss and throw it back, watch it gratefully swim away. Now lie down in the boat and look up at the sky, deep blue and infinite behind the cotton-wool clouds.