There is a fine line between writing something of consequence or at least waning interest and writing complete nonsense. This post is likely to be the latter.

The human heart is a dangerous item, for although it guides many folk to doing that which is "good" and/or "right", it can also acquire a blackened covering, which hardens it and makes it less palatable. It's rather like toast. When it's done right, you can do all sorts of great things with it. Unfortunately, if you put it in the toaster too long without checking it, it becomes black and crusty with maybe just a little bit worth eating near the middle. If it is done just right, you are more than willing to carefully spread a little butter or jam on it and give it to someone. If it's all nasty and burned to a crisp, you just throw it on the table and pretend that you like it that way, daring anyone to say that they don’t, even when deep down inside, you prefer it soft and juicy and are sorry that it turned out this way. Even when it is done just right, unless you use it, it gets hard and unyielding. When this happens, even coating it with sweet things can’t hide the problem. If you leave it alone for too long, it can actually become moldy and completely inedible. At that point, it’s either duck food or compost.

The wonderful difference is, the human heart is ever renewing. Even if it has become as black as the ace of spades, even if it is harder than dwarf bread (which is more accurately “fired” as opposed to baked and often makes excellent edged weapons), if you let it open, there is almost guaranteed to be a portion which is still good and still usable. Unlike toast, instead of being consumed when it is used, it actually increases and grows upon itself, feeding not only your own soul but those around you, too. Isn’t it amazing that something so unusual exists within our very grasp to use for the increase of love and joy in the world? Give it away, for surely more will come back to you than you can ever imagine; and even if those you give it to throw it on the floor and stomp it on, again, unlike bread, you can pick it up, dust it off and give it to someone else. Sure it hurts, but most things worth doing hurt at some point.

In short, become an expert at making toast but be careful with the toaster.