metaphysical spewings

I just realized, it’s been a while since I’ve had a (nocturnal) dream. I’m enjoying all this living in the literal world, but I’m almost afraid of liking it too much. I’m afraid of enjoying my work too much, like I have some sneaking suspicion I might be missing out on the real picture. Or perhaps it could slowly kill my soul. Mythologist Joseph Campbell says it’s a fallacy to believe that the intellectual mind, the brain, runs the show within a person. It is but a tool for one’s humanity. I used to say that intellectualizing situations was the easiest way of solving them, because logically there’s always a right answer. But right (or wrong) answer only comes down to what you just “know”. And it is not the brain that just “knows”. The heart is, indeed, the seat of your true humanity.