Battle: Passion vs. Reason
"I can't sleep tonight", Lilatheen, a fae goddess and friend of Devia, writes in the book, The Kalakon.
My Passion is throwing a temper tantrum like a two year old, banging its fists on the floor, kicking its feet. And my Reason is standing there wringing it's hands, pacing back and forth, muttering to itself. "What do I do? Oh, dear, what do I do? What if it gets loose? I can't let that happen. It would run amuck! Maybe I can put it in a bubble. No that'll never hold it. What if I build a stone wall around it? What if it kicks the wall and send a rock through a window? That will just make the whole problem worse! Why oh why does it want him so badly? He hurts us." Raising its' voice Reason calls out toward Passion, "Don't you remember how he hurts us?"
Passion raises its head for a moment and looks at Reason and says, "I don't care!" in the most petulant voice a small child could manage.
Reason throws it's hands up in the air and resumes muttering. "What can I do with that? It doesn't care? It doesn't care! He is toxic; he is angry and jealous and controlling and Passion doesn't care. Passion likes the adventure, the thrill, the risk. Passion can only remember the good things. He acts like he is been put on this planet to test people. What do I know, maybe he has? Maybe he is the Adversary? But does that mean we should just sit by and let him do it to us?"
"He loves us," Passion says, "and we love him. We're family. That counts for something. You don’t make that commitment to someone and just walk away because they're sick or troubled or carry baggage from past experiences. We all have our problems. How much of a hypocrite do you want to be? Besides, he's not all bad. Remember the conversations? The company? The laughs and the love? The mutual understanding, shared joys and shared pains?"
'I hate it when Passion gets rational on me! That might even be worse than when it's not rational! Now what do I do?' thought Reason while it did nothing but stand there and stare at Passion.
"Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite…Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; and let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes." - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Passion played Hurt by Nine Inch Nails through the speakers. "I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real," filled the silence.
"Now you're going to sulk?" Reason stated. "Sometimes keeping people in your life, no matter how much you love them, is not healthy or beautiful. What's healthy is self-respect. What's beautiful is understanding that love can continue even when someone is no longer in your life. Love does not end."
"You're right," said Passion.
'Oh, thank the Gods!' Reason thought to itself, perhaps prematurely.
"Love does not end," Passion continued. "It is an infinite wellspring. The more love we give; the more love we have to give. Love is a raindrop ever moving, ever seeking a return to its source, just to take the journey all over again. And sometimes Love hurts, but that doesn't mean we should stop loving, it just means we should find a different path."
Passion walked over to the electronics and changed the song. "We are the champions, we are the champions, we are the champions…of the world!" came blaring out of the sound system. Obviously Passion seemed to think it had won.
In walked Soul, "I will not contend with the world. It will contend with me. In my time, in my way. We will continue our dedication to planting our love and our pain in a positive way. Have patience. The Divine has always provided for our needs; have faith it will continue to do so. When there is a path before us, we will take it."
The music faded quickly into silence as Soul transformed our space into a warm open meadow with a bright blue sky overhead. Soul sat down.
"He saw the pilot of his ship standing by the helm and gazing now at the full sails and now at the distance. And he said, 'Patient, over patient, is the captain of my ship. The wind blows, and restless are the sails; Even the rudder begs direction; Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence…wait no longer. I am ready. The stream has reached the sea." - Kahlil Gibran
"When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness." - Kahlil Gibran
"A Zen master explained that patience is the wrong word, because when you’re being patient, it’s as if you’re waiting for something better to happen. Often when I’m being “patient” I’m really grasping, wanting something else. You know how kids struggle with patience. Earnest children sitting there, being “patient”, waiting for school to get out or something like that.
Patience has a certain impatience built into it. In Zen, the word is “constancy.” Instead of patience, constancy is a kind of dedication to what you love and what you care about, and with that dedication comes a trust that by planting beautiful seeds, eventually, in their own time, they will bear fruit." - Jack Kornfield