Saturday evening thoughts…
It seems strange to me that with all the broken hearts; with all of us who have been wounded in love; with all the pain that this world has placed within the four chambers; with all those mothers who have laid their bodies on the caskets being lowered, with their children inside; with all the sadness this world has that poisons the very blood that flows through us; with all the Hulk like rage the pounds through our veins, against each other; with all that we harbor within that fleshy breathing organism of diastole and systole; it seems rather ironic to me that cancer of the heart is the rarest form of all cancers.