The visceral, like laughter, flows through the heart and blood before hitting the brain. Laughter doesn’t need thought.
We intuit emotional impulses, with no intention to describe what they are until after they occur. Feeling first, then comprehension ex post facto.
Unperturbed and under-conscious, we are ravenous eaters of life. No guessing, no prejudging. We unthink on our feet.
To float with instincts strips us of following compulsory mores, even as the grip of conformity pricks us in the background.
It is human nature to doubt but also to deliver a clear promise — that behavior is just as loose (and free) as a leaf falling from a tree.
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