The gruff sailor said,

“No sail and she just floats all lazy like.

No rudder and she’s a missile to nowhere.”

I nodded.

“You see, you need strong sails AND a working rudder.”

I nodded, again.

He continued,

“You get that the sail is a metaphor for passion,

and that the rudder is a metaphor for rationality, right?”

I said,

“I thought you, Crusty Sea Captain, were a metaphor for my subconscious.”