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  • “What is it like to control the body?” asked soul of the mind.

    “What mean you control of the body? You have more control than I do,” retorted mind.

    “How so?” Questioned soul, “Is it soul that sucks air into the lungs? Is it the soul that beats the heart pumping blood throughout the body, that keeps the liver from killing us when you drink too much? Control is surely something I have none of.”

    Replied mind, “You are mistaken my good friend for what keeps me from stealing the donuts when clearly no one is looking? Who keeps me from bribing my lab TA so I can skip those nasty three hour labs? That would be you soul, perched right behind me ever so hidden in the shadows until something you don’t like is about to be done, then you holler and whistle causing a huge commotion and forcing me to pay for those pastries that aren’t even that good anyway. You see, the body won’t do anything I say without your consent first, it’s frightfully inefficient. And what do you mean kill us? What makes you think you’ll die too, hmm? Last I checked you were going to sit around for eternity drinking wine and playing with some eight dozen virgins, I don’t know why you even bother to mess with me.”

    With patience ebbing swiftly soul countered, “It seems you missed the point my friend, it appears I’ve been matched with a dull mind after all. The only way I get to enjoy those, oh how did you put it, ‘eight dozen virgins’ and that wine is if I’m good here, and by I, I mean we, cause if you go killing and plundering I’m afraid there’s a place next to Brutus for me. And as far as me being perched in the shadows I’m simply behind you, clearly not holding the reigns, only giving advice, which if I do recall you straight up ignored on a number of occasions.”

    Mind stared, “You know what?! I think I just might go killing and plundering, I feel the Vikings had it right, if what I do has no effect on me when I die what the heck, might as well have some fun. Besides the body seems to think that because I’m ‘holding the reigns’ as you say, it has come to feel that I will grow power hungry and leave its’ and your opinion out of it, not a bad idea by the way, so whenever you have something to say it jumps for your side not even considering the consequences. Humpf! Besides don’t think so great of yourself, you won’t get a place next to Brutus, you’ve got to be smarter than your average nail for that.”

    “That’s what I am you ignorant waste of skin, a consequence considerer! It’s because of me that you’re not rotting somewhere in a ditch while I’m rotting in hell. Besides I’ve never seen it say anywhere that you can’t come with me, god knows why I would take you but all the same I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me bringing some luggage,” soul finished, tempers cooling.

    “I see, luggage, that’s what I am.” Mind thoughtfully replied, “How do I know you’re not just a figment of…me? How do I know I’m not just talking to myself? Could be that I’m going through a lot of trouble for nothing here.”

    Chuckling, soul responded, “Does it matter old friend? Would it make any difference knowing that you’re talking to yourself? I’d still be here nagging, consequencing away.”

    “Yes it would cause then I could better ignore you, well that and I would know that I’m definitely crazy,” returned mind.

    With resignation soul said, “Either way compodre we are stuck together to the end”

    Turning away mind finished, “Define end”
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