The Heart. Its something that all humans have. The Romans thought that the heart, not the brain, was the organ that controlled the body, because if one's heart is pierced with a bronze roman sword, one dies. Another reason for this theory was that when you get excited your heart beats faster. Though this is an interesting theory it is important to remember that it is very very wrong.
Oh you crazy Ancient Romans! You crack me up!
Well children, in case you have not noticed medical science has somewhat improved since the days of the fun loving romans and we now know that it is the brain, not the heart, that controls the body.
When spoken about, the marvelous muscle is often in reference to love and emotion so on and so forth and all those sticky things and blah de blah. "How could you leave me?! Your breaking my heart!" and "I'm giving my heart to you" and "when I see you my heart skips a beat!".
I feel that that sort of thinking sells the heart short. Because thoughts and emotions aren't located in the chest, but in the cranium. The heart is not flimsy, its tough. A healthy heart beats steady and strong whether you feel good or not. When we are happy, it is a friend, thumping along with us. When we are sad it it echoes our sadness in steady rhythm letting us know we are not alone. When we are angry it is the drum of war sending us forward to likely foolishness. When we are afraid it beats ever faster, like a prisoner in a cage of bone and flesh seeking an escape. And when we are depressed and wish that it would all just end, the heart says "No, not today", the traitor muscle that pins us to this world.
The heart is no weak thing, as some would have us believe. It is your constant companion, so when you see the world in pain, or when disaster strikes, or when you are just too alone, remember it. It's always there. And to feel its presence just raise a hand to your chest.
Icky Thump. Icky Thump.
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