Once upon a time there was a heart that lived without any fear or knowledge of self-consciousness. Its constant loneliness had made it very sad, so the creator created another heart to keep it company, but this heart had a brain so the two would never become bored. Things were fine until one day the second heart said something without thinking and hurt the first hearts feelings. So it fled and spent time alone and created itself a physical body, so no matter what was said, it could shield itself from expressing its emotions. It showed the heart that he was stronger now and invulnerable to many things, this time he left for good. Eons alone, the heart with a brain could ponder and postulate what emotions and thought have to do with each other. He then realized that thought and emotion do swim together, but mostly in different rivers. The creator realized that he was becoming a free thinker and created more hearts to keep his mind off of his mind. The hearts all discovered the truth about the first heart, they too had built themselves shells and fled. The heart with a brain soon discovered that the brain was a bane.

We humans are that physical catastrophe. I'm not tryna get all Heaven's Gate on you all, but we are such an insecure species that we've built our bodies bigger and stronger, so aside from the fact that we can convey expressions other than those of fear, sadness and bitterness, we can also assault those that hurt us. We've also invented cars. The shell in a shell, the bigger the car, the tougher we become or pose to be. As a medicine man i use this story which i've created in the first paragraph to help people cope with the ghost they've become, the shadow of our former selves. We are not our bodies, we are our hearts. I've spoken about this several times in posts like "Triple Helix" We also at times use our shell color to intimidate others.

I wrote a poem a long while ago about me confronting my insecurities about my shell .

"I appear to myself as the meek geek and a silent genius
i'm frail as feathers but when called out or sensing unrest
it feels like i'm climbing into the behemoth that is my shell
protecting me from everything from emotions, insecurity, inadequacy and physical pain
what a loser...oh such a loser, the self loathing i feel when i exit the brutal carcass." 
                     ::Excerpt from Two Last Pieces And Neither Fit::
 
I'm tall, muscular and imposing at times, heh, being 6'2", I am not my body really, which i attribute my own self identity crisis to. Yes i am that second heart.

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