The head has no answers, and the heart has no questions, Jack would say."

Quoting his teacher and good friend Jack Kakakaway

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

It is better to live in your heart than your head.

I'm sure you've heard people talk about their Heart's Desire—well that's a load of rot. Hearts are idiots. They're big and squishy and full of daft dreams. They flounce off to write poetry and moon at folk who aren't worth the mooning. Bones are the ones that have to make the journey, fight the monster, kneel before whomever is big on kneeling these days. Bones do the work for the heart's grand plans. Bones know what you need. Hearts only know want.

Our players played with a lot of heart and desire. I really felt our team depth played a big part in the game and we were not as tired mentally and physically at the end of the game.

Where desire doth bear the sway - the heart must rule, the head obey