When I allow my soul to guide me, I automatically respond with empathy and consideration.

On a moving train, a case slides off the rack and three sets of hands are up before anyone has decided anything. Nobody weighed whether the owner deserved it.

Underneath the calculating layer there's something quicker that keeps behaving well without being consulted. It's the part that stops for the dog, holds the door, moves toward a shout.

The calculating layer isn't the enemy — it's what stops you giving away the rent. But it's slower, and it is very good at inventing reasons not to. A surprising amount of the time, the version of you that acts before the argument finishes is the better-informed one.