For heart's sake

Skylarks, attracted by shimmering lights far below, descend in a deep rush onto the object of their desire, at times discovering that they have been blinded by illusions or ideals. Following one’s heart’s desire is in my case a family vice, where there are no half measures… Ever since I was a little girl, I always associated the heart with the figure of my father, a cardiologist. I remember when last November a heart attack nearly carried him into another world. The heart is a complicated machine, a motor of passions. A symbol of divinity, the first organ can be felt inside the mother’s womb, a heart’s beat away. We take things to heart. My red-blooded family, perhaps every family, is linked by the common thread of our biological clock, a warm heart, sacred heart.