Caves of the heart- I
I. In the caves of the heart where pain taps out its rhythm and sorrow sets its loss to song, where passion vibrates along its own taut strings, we are all equal. There, where we seem to be most alone is where we most truly not, if the depths of that heart are truly expressed and heard. From the cave of the heart come cries so surprising, and so universal, that aloneness is sh..