inconsequential

["Love is a chance combination of elements.  Any one thing can keep it from igniting: a mood, a glance, a remark.  But if we could define love, if we could predict it, it would probably lose some of its power."]

The great poets are dead or gone, the final remnants of their genius left to whip about in the wind as shreds of paper dance in the path of a fast moving object.  Rennaissance is replaced with revolution.  The more romantic notions of this world have all but disappeared, unrecognizable to younger generations, presented in works of art as historic frames of mind.  Irrepressible, pure emotions are haphazardly given the slightest considerations in a modern world of more competitvely-colored overtones.

Understanding and reason, and the basis for these things, reside in the mind’s ability to be aware of its self, to contemplate itself, its purpose, its reason for subsisting in such an indifferent universe.  Emotion, the intrusive neighbor, dwells several floors down, haplessly barging in on the mind in order to complicate its existence and, at the same time, impose a certain amount of meaning.  It yearns to simultaneously satisfy and confuse the mind’s sense of purpose. 

Physically, the brain and the heart exist separately, two distinct organs fulfilling their roles as part of a symbiotic relationship, transcending the rest of the body’s parts.  Metaphysically, the brain’s function, the mind, is hesitant to give up control, while the heart’s counterpart, also given the name ”heart”, never ceases to intervene with attempts to establish its own amount of control.

A piercing scream can be heard, piercing the black.  The mind recognizes this as yet another attempt made by the heart to assert its authority.  A battle ensues, not unlike previous conflicts between these antithetical arch-enemies.  The mind is almost pretentious in its well-established view that logic and reason, its two greatest weapons, are superior to the heart’s conventions of feeling and sensation, or the core of desire.  No matter how many times this scenario plays out, the results cannot be predicted, nor can they be ignored.  In the end, the consequences are long felt on both sides.

That earthly inhabitants engage in this conundrum is an understatement.  Repeatedly, the heart demands to be heard, while the mind refuses to sacrifice sensibility, or, rather, its perception thereof.

How curious that such a violent inner war can be waged, that it should grow from even the most insignificant of stimuli.  The “chance combination of elements” could arise from something as innocent as a slight auditory, tactile or visual sensation.

Mind, don’t fail me now…