How frail a human heart must be- a throbing pulse, a fragile crystal either singing or weeping. Singed with pain or fluttering with ecstasy, frigid or caring all the facets of this prism are either the hues of joy or of pain. It's a miracle that such a tiny space absorbs the most horrifying scenarios or encompases the most beautiful of moments. How lucky we all are to have such an amazing part within us.