One of These Things First

There is a long standing rivalry between the mind and body. The body trembles in fear and trepidation at the exciting and enticing tasks the mind puts forth on a regular basis. Conversely, the body puts forth the mundane, i.e "eat something," "bathe" or "touch me." The mind persists along longer and elaborate ideas involving taxing trials of both body and spirit. The body persists, "let's rest" or "we'll get to that later." The end result is often a stalemate. Once the body, willing to venture forth and extend a hand, moves forward, the mind reels with elation and becomes a bubbling pot of tumultuous escapades. The body recoils in horror, terrified of the unchained maliciousness of a mind unrestrained. Rope it in, bind it fast. Put it to the wall and tap it ever so gently, for too much pressure will destroy its momentum utterly. A natural loss will occur, as some abstracts will remain unformed, yet some of the crystallized achievements may be held aloft. Gepetto didn't want a real boy, he just wanted a puppet that would pull its own strings.