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Now here's the thing. Competition. Something in me craves it. One of me or maybe more than one of me thrives off it. It watches others intently looking for weaknesses to exploit. It craves winning. When it loses it hides and cowers. Limp it feels cheated. It plays the game of chances to the extreme. Risk it all just to be right. In the infinity of chaos what is winning or losing? Who knows the agreement best? This duel is ongoing, a battle of wills between the heart and the mind. The emotions are forced, led and duped by tricks of the mind. The heart is soft and yielding. When the mind wins the emotions follow behind marching in triumphant jubilation singing songs of victory. And in loss, the march drags its feet and there are long downcast stares, bitterness fills the air. And yet when the heart is brought to bear, allowed to participate, to play, the winning and losing is less important than the connection that simply comes through participation. The heart is the essence of feeling connected which is possibly why a path with heart can never make a wrong turn even when the mind insists that it has. The mind without the heart sponsors separation.

The cat needs to come back in...