Minds are super weird. We try to measure their capability even though we know it's totally in vain. They're capable of so many things that we can't possibly say one is better than another. The only thing we know for sure is each flavor of mind, imagination, and cognitive ability meshed together makes the world we know and live in.
I don't fucking know what mine is. I know it thinks about things most people don't like to. And I know it comes up with things other people don't. I also know that it's a ticking time bomb. I know that it's going to crush itself under its own weight at any given moment.
And that's why I can say I love as much as I do. I want to pour all the passion I have into the feelings I have today. When I implode, I don't know what will happen. It's something like knowing you're dying.