Not just another knot

Thoughts and feelings should be differentiated a little bit more. I don't feel with my head, at all. My head just gets bamboozled when bombarded by those emotional impulses. That big grey, gooey mass of matter that is supposed to matter the most when weighing in on important matters seems more like a noose around the neck than an ace up the sleeve sometimes. And yet, what would I do if that heart of mine took the proverbial drivers seat? That little boy in big boy's clothes trying to show brain that heart can do more than pump blood and shed tears. "I don't understand you," says the brain. "That's because you aren't listening," the heart cries in reply. What we have here is a failure to compute the impute. Of course the brain takes credit. But whose fault is it that I can't tell you how I'm feeling without having to think it through?