Get Together! Fuse!

            Tug of war! It’s a dastardly masterly battle between the seat of my hair and the deep pit of my stomach! Who’s gonna win? Who are the opponents even? Kick, bite, fight! Or not! Work together! Have fun!
 
            Hmmmm. Why does it seem that my sense of what is true and meaningful in life is always slow and deliberate, and completely disconnected with my impetuous nature? It arises from solitary settings, and though it often gives me unsettling pleasure, it is divorced from the corporeal me who wants to turn somersaults for fun.
 
            Woohoo! Weehee!
            They both are me.
            Simultaneously?