If I toss some letters your way - P S Y C H I C D I S S O N A N C E - whether arranged or abrupt, and instruct you to create all three, four, and five-letter words from them.
Hold on.
What's that term again?!
Anagram?
I can't remember what is it called.
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Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I reach for is the newspaper. Bombay Times, typically on page 5-6, mostly on the left page. It provides everything you need to engage your brain: mind-benders, comics, Scrabble, crosswords, and astrology. Every morning, I eagerly look for them, solving them, jotting down the words, and absentmindedly smiling at Calvin, Nancy, & Garfield.
Similarly, my brain has been a whirlwind of thoughts - thoughts that refuse to depart, thoughts that won't stay. Habits are much the same; once you get into the rhythm of something, it whirls you back to the same place where you started, until you're dizzy.
But for the mind, there's a conflict, an irresolvable conflict - with intellect, Psychic Dissonance.
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