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Jan. 3rd, 2007 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
penfieldThese National Think-Off people sound pretty serious about their thinking. Pretty heavy stuff for rural Minnesotans. I guess their typical hobbies of ice fishing and shoveling snow provide them with plenty of "down time" in which to get some real thinking done. Their topic this year: Which Should you Trust More - Your Head or Heart?
Since they're so serious, and since they're expecting up to 750 words, I don't expect my entry will get much attention. Luckily for me, I have you people for that.
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Dear Brain: I know you think me untrustworthy and a fool,
But trust's an abstract concept unlike what you learned in school.
Trust does not depend on knowledge, certitudes and facts.
Trust is built upon the way a person feels and acts.
The heart is metronomic: with each beat the next prepares;
Minds are changing always, while a change of heart is rare
A brain cannot be trusted, subject as it is to reason
Only the heart is constant, like the changes of the season.
Trust clings not to right and wrong. To truth our trust is bound;
And when you listen to your heart – 'tis then the truth is found.
So what is true? The truest of all things is Love, of course.
And which trustworthy organ has dominion of this force?
Tis I, the heart! (The genitals would argue otherwise,
But since the heart holds sway there too, we'll leave complaints besides)
Humanity depends on love – without trust, love is void
And if we cannot trust our hearts, humanity's destroyed.
To trust is to rely on one's perception; none's so keen
As that of this pure heart, for it can see what can't be seen,
Smells a lie before your nose, hears music without ears,
Never stops for sleeping and impervious to beers.
Too easily the brain is tricked, too often it's abused
Too readily it peters out, too commonly confused.
Your memory will fade, dear brain, and with it trust will go;
But hearts remember always what they first were blessed to know.
Since they're so serious, and since they're expecting up to 750 words, I don't expect my entry will get much attention. Luckily for me, I have you people for that.
---
Dear Brain: I know you think me untrustworthy and a fool,
But trust's an abstract concept unlike what you learned in school.
Trust does not depend on knowledge, certitudes and facts.
Trust is built upon the way a person feels and acts.
The heart is metronomic: with each beat the next prepares;
Minds are changing always, while a change of heart is rare
A brain cannot be trusted, subject as it is to reason
Only the heart is constant, like the changes of the season.
Trust clings not to right and wrong. To truth our trust is bound;
And when you listen to your heart – 'tis then the truth is found.
So what is true? The truest of all things is Love, of course.
And which trustworthy organ has dominion of this force?
Tis I, the heart! (The genitals would argue otherwise,
But since the heart holds sway there too, we'll leave complaints besides)
Humanity depends on love – without trust, love is void
And if we cannot trust our hearts, humanity's destroyed.
To trust is to rely on one's perception; none's so keen
As that of this pure heart, for it can see what can't be seen,
Smells a lie before your nose, hears music without ears,
Never stops for sleeping and impervious to beers.
Too easily the brain is tricked, too often it's abused
Too readily it peters out, too commonly confused.
Your memory will fade, dear brain, and with it trust will go;
But hearts remember always what they first were blessed to know.
