I choose not to trust that visceral inner voice, that emotional and unevaluated clamour of conditioned reactions; that deceptive feeling of deep knowing, which is no more than hardened and entrenched schema reinforced by a bias towards confirmatory experiences; that overwhelming tribal instinct urging me not to abandon the familiar for the foreign; that unbridled arousal and untamed aching, our savage primal state dominating the transcendent self – indeed, not. I can’t trust that visceral voice, which is limited as much by the membranes of the cells, tissues, and organs inside me, as it is by the veils that blind me from the world beyond what I perceive.
The Tuque'd Shrew 
discernment of the many voices, i like this deep practise too