We are most alive when emotions are on edge, like when the heart is breaking on the losing end. Seething emotional turmoil brings senses to a boil. Wrapped in this deep sensibility that keeps the mind a jumble Our hearts are clear the looking glass reflecting the water of clarity. Picture an emotional wrench that twists the best part of you into something that is at once unique and highly efficacious. To feel things in a substantially smaller manner is belittling. Without the pure emotive force during these tempests it is difficult to know the naturalness of living and loving the epicurean rapture that moves us past the prosaic pensiveness of peacefulness and into the absoluteness of emotion. Without it, love is a wasted accessory to petty libidinous longing.