 |
| In medieval/renaissance physiology, following Galen, the liver was often thought to be the source of the emotions. |
It has taken a long time to accept and/or articulate this, but I've discovered one of the things that has bedeviled me as an adult:
I'm a romantic at heart (truly . . . though it shames me to say so).
I'm also a relentlessly analytical thinker.
The two do not play well together, and what's more, I don't trust the former quality at all . . . yet it has the far greater power to push me down the stairs, take my lunch money, key my car, etc.
I realize that in some ways I'm just rehashing an old saw about human life. We all face the same issue. In my case, I have just realized that I can't work hard enough to make the pieces fit...there will always be that ragged seam.
Just like there is in all of us.
So I guess it's not much of an insight after all.
2 comments:
Ah, but what if it's a false dichotomy?
It is called creative tension. The one pulls against the other and maybe, just maybe, the analytical part sharpens the romantic, and the romantic softens the analytic. I like this post, BTW.
Post a Comment