Maybe it comes from thinking too much, but this pressure fills my head until my vision becomes skewed and fractured with triangular colorful tracts passing in waves across my vision emanating from my mind. The doctors say it is classical migraines and my acupuncturist is out of town. It says that the feet of the soul run into the mind; from the way my brain is feeling seems like my soul has stumbled and fell. The cabalists say, The greatest pleasure is found in the mind. Maybe I am just pleasured out.