The Truth About My Mind (II)

I have discovered the truth about my mind by mapping the way in which it works. Well, mapping is a relative term. The vast majority of it is a kind of Rube Goldberg machine made of a constantly shifting amoeba-like material. Change and obscurity is the rule. What I am sure of is that there is a small monster up above my head crafting ideas and dropping them into my head. The amoeba machine processes whatever he chooses to feed it. I know little of this monster, least of all where he gets his information, or why he chose me.