Fear stopped me dead in my snowshoe tracks. A crack had formed in the ice ahead of me. I noticed it while exploring a swamp. The emotion of fear warned me to turn back.
Logic weighed in. It surmised the ice still might be safe. If so, I should continue forward.
I took baby steps. The ice held firm. Onward I hiked.
Emotions and logic seem to compete with each other. But if you think about, they compliment each other.
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