The heart, the mind

2CELLOS on 1 cello! Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall - Coldplay

So it was.  I liked to look at the Cellos two as one brother, wild hair waving, being the heart.  The other brother, ever so much demure, being the brain.  Working together the two, would play, music... ever so beautiful... ever so.  So it was, I thought the brother being the heart bursting with passion, movements wild, would be the leader.  But no.

It was the other.  It was the brain.  It would forever be the brain  The deviation, the creation, of music so sublime.  Be it false, or be it true, it didn't really matter.  It had always been in the brain.  Not the heart.  Though its beatings elegant... life sustaining, always hidden underneath.

Perhaps the brain was the purveyor all along of the propiganda against the heart.  Create a target.  It couldn't be my fault.  It was the heart.  The heart that forever trusted.  I couldn't control myself.  Well said brain.  Lie.  But well said.

Only...

The heart being bound existed only to react... react to the signals of the brain.  Ever beating.  Ever ready to life perpetuate.  It was the brain however that always order the heart to continue its primal , beat  The mind, with distractions simple, would send the signal to beat.  Go fast, go slow, it didn't matter.  The mind had already decided its plan.  Self deception... or correction... it didn't matter... it was alive.  For a moment, it was alive.

Body courses with energy.  The delight, the touch, of another.  One who says you are so much more than you will ever know.  The brain, poor simple fool, would believe.  In her voice his name souned  safe, sounded warm,  Sounded... safe.

But then

we all awke

from the dream.  Don't we?

Salud!