We are born with him, over the years his size increases until he becomes an adult. He learns from his mistakes, he suffers, cries, shudders, and sometimes he is destroyed. It's fragile, we often forget it, it's treated as something disposable, something we can substitute, but it's not. We need to protect it, keep it healthy, happy, it depends on our life, our future. And we think that nothing will happen to him, that after the disaster that happens he will get well, but he doesn't. He's screaming, don't you hear it? That poor heart that beats delicately, agonizingly, needs you.
