Assuming, of course, that your mind interprets it all the same way mine did.

Far more than this, however, the mind interprets the world for us, gives it meaning.

Your inner mind may interpret that as me trying to suck the gift, the very life, from you.

Your mind just interpreted it that way from force of habit.

His mind interpreted that texture as whatever he saw beyond it.

Her mind was interpreting what was there in terms she could deal with.

But his mind would have interpreted their discussion in the same way that he had first understood their call.

Your mind interpreted the call in a way that brought order to the dissonance.

His mind, working without the usual thought waves, interpreted it as female and probably pleasant.

Our mind interprets the things we see in interesting ways.