Three of Swords

How do you change your mind? You saw something that seemed impossible. You heard something that sounded like nonsense. The mind at first resisted. It held fast to the truth it had known. The strong, armored mind so certain. The impossible entered through the unprotected heart. First as pain. Then confusion. Then grief. The mind hears the cry dully through its metal shell. It changes as a champion for the heart. “I was wrong!” It admits. The heart doesn’t respond, so bound in pain. We know what to do. A delicate surgery. Sew the heart together, and split the mind in two. So it can understand something new. As it is meant to do.