And
it was Mind’s fault for this war. The strategist with the broken right arm. He
had seen a better way to LOVE. A way that appealed to two of The Four minus the
one slight addendum… Mind would have to take charge of the situation. The
territory of the Mind would have to be the leading state over those ruled by
Soul, Body, Heart and Spirit. Soul and Body understood the path but they were
not prone to be led by a statistician. Spirit’s pontification was a rebellion
of itself but it was Heart who pushed furthest from Mind’s plan. Not because of
his rigidity but because She felt, no, she knew
that she would be relegated to a vagabond. Heart would have none of that. Mind
realized that Heart would be the key. He knew that as much as they all resented
it, Heart always found a way to get them to listen. Some of the time. He could
not risk THIS being one of those times. So being the strategist he was, he went
about his plans to get rid of Heart. He could not send anyone else. They would
not count the variables. But Mind would. Mind knew of her quiet moments, when
Heart sought counsel with sister Soul or from The Unknown Source. And sure
enough, he found her sitting there in quiet meditation, with her back towards
the open window that overlooked the cliff. Mind had never seen her in this
stance. For all the time he had spent in her bed, he had never seen this side
of her for Heart remained private. “Interesting”,
he thought. Still, unperturbed, he, having climbed into her room, withdrew the
dagger for an easy kill. One that would usher a change in dominion (not that
any of them truly possessed the continent). But Heart would not be easily
killed, for Heart was strong. But the wound was deep and the betrayer was her
own. And there was war.
THE COPY: I was sitting down listening to Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” and I began to think about future traditions. I thought… I want to sway with someone. Sway with my lover. To this music. More than that, I want that when we had an argument (and we’d have those because she’d be stubborn and I’d be pig headed (iChuckle)) we would never go to bed angry. We’d pop open a lover’s CD like this one and just sway. We may be as mad as hell but we would sway because we would never want to go to bed angry. And our children would know this. And they would never allow their partners to go to bed angry either because… well, because they would know better. They would sway. They would know it was better to sway. That’s the kind of man I want to be. Moreover, that’s the kind of tradition I’d like to pass on. Future Traditions. What's Yours?
Nice. Waiting for the exciting continuation.
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