FRoM MiNd to HeArT.................An Adaptation
Mood: okay
Rummaging through my documents last night, I came across a small scrap of paper. With a smile on my face I picked it up, recognizing it immediately. It is an old clipping I cut from a newspaper years ago. As i was reading it then, the wordings hit me hard, straight to the heart. Believe me when I say, I fell in love with this piece of literature, got hooked by the words. I know that many of you will feel an affinity with this literary work too.
So gals and guys here goes:
So gals and guys here goes:
From Mind To Heart
Dear Heart, It has long been my intention to drop you a line regarding our mutual employer, Self. Of late, Self has not been himself. He mopes around with his head down, like a convict on Death Row. He has become sentimental to the point of silliness on account of a certain Girl. Eyes tell me Self looks at her as though it were the only relief from all that is wrong with the world. The other Senses report a similar behavior. Nose says Self becomes giddy-- almost delirious when he gets a whiff of her perfume. Being Mind, I can attest that all this is true.
Nose says that while her perfume is indeed lovely, it is nothing special or unique. It is a scent used by others, but Self pays no attention to them. Nose cannot explain why Self finds the scent so attractive on the Girl. I believe the answer lies not on the scent.
Ear reports odd inconsistencies in Self's behavior. When he hears her voice, he listens like he does to no other sound on this Earth, not even the loveliest music ever composed. Ear believes that that were Self to hear heaven's own melodies, he would still prefer the Girl's voice.
Tongue especially has reason to complain. He claims that the Girl's mere presence ties him up hopelessly and Self is unable to speak. He simply stares, panting gently like a tired animal. Tongue insists he is not to blame for his seeming inadequacy. He says he never fails Self in his dealings with others; in fact, Self is usually articulate and expressive. But the Girl, Tongue says, triggers something in Self that makes him useless.
Now, Heart we have been friends for as long as I can remember. We have always regarded each other with the highest respect, and believe me when I say my regard for you is no less now. It has always been the two of us, dear friend, who controlled Self's behavior. Needless to say I am puzzled by Self's current state. Through some information that was sent to me as well as by direct observation, I have concluded that you are to blame for the havoc wrought on Self's system.
Please do not take offense, Heart. I know you are responsible and that you would never do anything that isn't in Self's best interests. But perhaps this once, you should reconsider you actions. Self is very much affected by what has been happening. He is incapable of doing anything useful or worthwhile. He just lies around and dreams, something which I am very familiar with.
Even the Digestion Department has complained to me that their regular functions are being disrupted by some unknown phenomenon in Self's system. Lungs say they have cause to complain also since their breathing rhythm has become irregular and even stops whenever Self sees the Gril or hears her name or thinks of her. In fact, it was through them who first mentioned your name as a possible culprit. Please do not hold it against them. They are only looking out for Self's best interest, just you and me.
Now I beg you, dear friend, to consider the greater good. You are aware of the chaos your actions are causing inside Self. I cannot do your job for you, Heart, for your work is different from mine. But ultimately our functions are the same: to make decision for Self, as we see fit. And until lately, we have always been in agreement as to Self's proper demeanor.
Self has lost interest in the rest of the world. He hardly eats, barely sleeps and no longer perform his duties with his old zest and enthusiasm. All he has for me is the thought of the Girl__her voice, her scent, the way she moves, the way she smiles, the sound of her laughter, and the kindness and goodness he sees on her eyes. All this I know because I am Mind. However I can't comprehend what is happening to Self.I don't know what to do, how to react, even what to think. I have also been incapacitated.
Which is why, dear Heart, I repeat my plea. Whatever you are doing to make self act the way he does, please stop it. I feel some important changes coming on, some life-altering event on the horizon, and I am afraid. I do not know what to do. There is nothing I can do. Something has completely taken over Self and I'm afraid everything points to you. Please do something, Heart, or drop me a line and tell me what I need to know.
I cannot stand not knowing what is going on for much longer. It is my job to know. It is disgraceful to think that I cannot do what is expected of me. Heart, please, if you cannot reverse what has happened, at the very least let me know what it is that you have done to Self. I will wait for your response with all the patience at my command.
Your dear friend,
Mind
By: Jonas Julius Caesar N. Uza
PDI, Young Blood
Published March 14, 2000
photo: Just Hanging Out
taken by me, Staten Island, New York
