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Some quick Ideas to lead to a non-startling

conclusion;



The heart is no compass, my friend, only a love-pumped

balloon to let flutter from the window while you get

where you are going.



The heart is an organ, kinda juicy and ugly. It sure

ain't shaped like a store bought Valentine, maybe one

I cut as a kid, though.



The heart is an idea of my soul. It resides close to

the place where I feel the deepest pain and highest

delight emotionally.



I make some choices because they are the best choices

for my ideals, my soul, my sense of "right". The

heart, in that vein, can be a compass at times.



But I think it's broken or a little off-kilter because

it doesn't always work out right. Maybe I should

jiggle it, or charge it up. It's already been kicked a

few times, and that didn't work.



Oh well.



The heart may not be a compass, or perfect, or always

right, but I am glad to carry it with me. It's alright

to admit I would not live without it.