Howling Hearts Stand Still
By ice rivers
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The appeal of the underdog is a howl from the heart.
Each time we pull for the underdog, we experience the eternal struggle between heart and mind; the skirmish between thought and intuition.
The purpose of thinking is order. Our world is in a constant state of entropy, namely motion, emotion, erosion, confusion and disorder. Thinking is the human weapon against entropy. When the expected occurs, we think the world is more orderly. We return to familiar pain. Familiar pain is comparatively easy to understand and requires minimum adjustment. The champ is expected to win, so champions retaining their titles makes good sense. The sensibility of incumbency casts challengers as underdogs.
Every challenger is an embodied force of chaos which confronts the accepted order. Chaos is thrill, spontaneity, ambiguity; a rapid fire of change that demands maximum adjustment. Chaos brings excitement, danger, suspense and romance.
Our hearts long for chaos even as they are broken by it.
While we root for the underdog, we prepare to lose.
As we joyfully search for the lover who will break our heart, we prepare to suffer joyfully. We all know that love hurts, so we instantly recognize love's pain as familiar. The background music we dance to as we fall in love is the proud battle hymn of the heart and mind in chaotic syncopation.
The heart loves to journey.
The mind longs to arrive.
During journey our hearts revel while our minds are restless. At arrival time the mind celebrates while the heart looks for the night train out of town. There's always another town until the last town. Whatever we lose, we find only in the last place we look if we are to find it at all, that place and time when all howling momentarily ceases
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