Two sides of the same dragon

This was an assignment for my eleventh-grade English class; we were to effectively choose between two objects (either a rock or a dragon), select a certain verb, and write on the topic of the fragment generated by merging the noun, a conjugation of the verb, and perhaps some prepositions.  I immediately made to “dissect the dragon”.

Awe is always born with the arrival of a dragon.  The suddenly successful, long-sought
conjuring of so splendid a creature unsettles the wizard.  Immediately succumbing to the
shimmer of the beast’s elegant albeit still rough-scaled mass, he basks in the fact that this
passion-spewing being was hatched of his own mind’s diligence.  He climbs atop the beast,
stroking his thought’s unpolished back fondly, reveling in every glint of its hide in his frantic search for a confirmation of its beauty.  Awe may only be further cultivated, he will find, by another means.
The scientist steps forward then, brandishing his scalpel.  Looking upon the creature just as fondly as the wizard does, he makes a careful incision from its neck to its tail.  Bringing cold precision to a tingling, warm body is his more profound means of caressing its charms.  Again, he gropes calculatedly, exploring its anatomy, reducing it to a series of observations, concisely labeling its most intriguing components for later reference.  He instantly attributes its reptilian existence to the most primitive segment of its conjurer’s mind.  Unexpectedly, he misses something.
When the wizard slides reluctantly from the dragon’s back, and the scientist withdraws
angrily from his attempt at probing its heart, the thinkers meet for the first of many times.  One speaks to the dazzling fire from which his thought rose, but inquires about its lack of luster.  The scientist, seeking to explain precisely why its hide is dull, looks upwards for the first time, meets the notion’s eye, and is seized with emotion.  Logic and inspiration now known to one another, the two succeed in comprehending the dragon.

Bizarre, perhaps, but this has always been my more imaginative personification of the thought process.

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