There is a fable about a noble king who was imprisoned by a cruel impostor, and made to wear an iron mask, in fearsome dungeons far from hope and allies. It is surprising the likeness this story bears to the peculiar relationship between our two intelligences.

One, who is anciently profound, playful, and can improvise with incredible flair and intelligence… has been imprisoned. This one has no ‘true identity’ and is ‘royal’ because of this fluid mode of being. He will not participate in conflict, and is quiet, childlike, and miraculously intuitive.

The other, a tyrant, is an imposter who has invented an identity and plays the role as if it were his birthright. Upon waking, this one imprisons its twin in the dungeons below, taking credit for all of his accomplishments, and denying every aspect of his existence. Indeed, if he could get away with it, he would do away with his twin entirely.

How troubling for the tyrant that each night… the rightful heir escapes, acquiring spirit-powers, and rules once more from a palace in the sky… only to at morning return to his cage and its dire predicaments. Soon after waking little trace will remain of him, and the domineering tyrant will rise again to sit upon the throne and distribute proclamations.