"Give me an ear, and I shall sing to it the songs of that forsaken assembly. Give me an eye, and I shall walk till the ends of the earth with it in my palm. Give me a heart, and I shall do nothing but leave it."

"But I don't think you want my heart, sir. It is too torn, too tattered for your disposal. Even if it shall be broken, it will be nothing less than it already is."

"I will heal it."

"But how so, sir?"

"Take heart, my son. It will be left alone, till the tides slam through its valves and sand fills its arteries . It will be left alone, till it breathes no more. And when all sense of motion goes undetected - yes, all sense of emotion - unheard, unseen, unfeeling.

It is then, that you will heal. You will hear the stars, you will see the voices of freedom beckoning you to join them. And you will follow them, will you?

Will you?"

Thinking, too much again, perhaps. Should this be thought-provoking in any sense, I guess I've fulfilled my purpose. This aside, adding a nice OTH quote (and on a lighter note to end this entry off):

"Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, and if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back."

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