In Ego’s house, Mr. Intellect and Mrs. Emotion,
Sit watching the news with devoted devotion.
Intellect listens to experts, draws conclusions with care,
While emotion sheds a tear, caught in dire despair.
A seemingly peaceful evening, calm and still,
While in the basement, the Spirit’s will is jailed by years of harsh suppression,
Her voice reduced to a faint expression.
Suddenly, a knock at the door resounds,
“Who’s there?” Emotion’s voice astounds.
“A messenger,” comes a stern reply,
“Flowers for me?” Emotion’s hopes fly.
“I am the Truth’s messenger,” the voice persists,
“The Truth?!” they cry, as fear insists:
“Not the Truth! It’ll take away our control!
The end of the Ego, our hard-won goal!
We must seal the house right now!”
Intellect commands with a furrowed brow.
“Close all windows and every door!
Don’t worry, I’ll settle this score.”
Emotion obeys submissively, as befits one so sentimental,
And pats herself on the back, for having a plan so instrumental.
Stocked up on food and toilet paper too,
Ready for the worst days when Truth breaks through.
Meanwhile in the cellar, Spirit stirs with glee,
For only Truth can set her free!
Armed with a state-issued gun, Intellect approaches the door,
A self-defense against the Truth that would surely shake one to the core.
Intellect was ready for a fight,
But the messenger had vanished from sight!
“He’s gone! The danger’s passed!” he cried,
With a sense of relief he couldn’t hide.
Emotion runs to the door, excited and relieved,
The messenger gone, a package left to be retrieved.
“Let’s throw it in the sea!” Emotion suggests in fright,
But before they can act with all their might —
The Truth begins to seep and spread,
Unstoppable, filling them with dread!
It seeps through cracks, with one goal in sight:
To free the Spirit from intellectual-emotional captivity’s plight!
And what about you? Are you ready to open the door to the messenger?
