13"And how do you think you think?" asked the shaman-kapua.
Dressed in his typical duck-cloth shorts, short sleeve open shirt, and sandals, the old man was smiling as if he had just set the joke for a coming punch line.
We were sitting near the beach, in the shade of the trees nearby. The waves were keeping their irregular pattern on the shore, and birds cried above as they hunted for food. The world seemed at peace, his question almost an interruption to this quiet scene.
I answered, "I don't know, never thought that far out."
"Look it over, let me know." The old man was still smiling, and turned to look out to sea.
"Well, there's how it happens. Looking at things objectively."
"True. How else do you think?"
Pausing, I said, "And then there are people who think with their feelings
