a sort of not quite ode to romanticism or something of that general nature.

it is certain that reason is inextricibly linked with our humanity. one cannot possibly separate our day to day, moment to moment decisions from that word so popular among the enlightened... reason is always there, guiding us along. this is reasons place. i'm no sailor, but let's call reason the map. it tells us the general direction we need to go. however, sometimes it's inaccurate. reason is not always reflective of our drive, our passions, the intonnation of our beating heart. the enlightened tend to forget this. extremists go so far as to overlook that reason can also be deceptive. brilliant, almost flawless logic can be used to justify some of the worst decisions ever made. in this way, reason is just as abstract as following one's heart, as following what we may perhaps call instinct. now, remove the map from the picture, and instinct serves as a compass, telling one where to go even though there are no points plotted before him. the compass has a mind of its own. you can't quite draw it out on paper, you can't quite grasp it in your hand, and you sure as hell can't predict its every move or back up previous moves with logic. but it exists nonetheless, and has baffled many with its accuracy. go figure.