Where are all the good men dead, in the heart, or in the head?
Here's a bit the backstory, the origin of the phrase... link
(It's a line from one of my favorite movies, Grosse Pointe Blank. The line is adapted from a Shakespeare quote.)
Basically, I just thought of this line, answering someone else's question...
"Where are all the good men dead, in the heart, or in the head?"
Many of us seem to be so, to me.
Men are compartmentalized beasts, a lot of the time. We keep our emotions in check and favor intellect, or we feel our way through life and let other men worry about building rockets and such.
Which do you prefer - a man dead in his heart, or in his head?