dailydatewithgod

We like hard physical evidence.  We feel better when we can witness things with our eyes, hear them with our ears, touch them with our hands and so on.  We see this in babies. As they begin to grow they want to touch things and they viscerally react to things they see, hear, taste, touch, and smell.  All of our senses provide a palpable experience of what life is.  There is so much palpability to life we get caught in thinking it is the only experience of life.  What about the things we cannot see, hear, taste or touch?  What about the things others see, hear, taste, touch or smell that we do not?  What is the value of palpability if it is not a shared experience?  Which of our senses allows us to know the palpability of a shared experience?  Our hearts are responsible for pumping the blood and bringing fresh oxygen to our body and ridding it of toxins.  But is that all it does?  How do we describe the palpable nature of our hearts?  We speak about our heart as though it is more than an organ.  We say we have a broken heart when we are in pain over a relationship.  We describe our hearts as tattered and torn when we are worn down or feel we have been violated.  We automatically touch the area of our body where our heart is when we are sharing with others something we would describe as heartfelt.  As kids when attesting to something we double ensure its palpability by crossing our heart (or say we hope to die).  Our language reveals so much about the palpability of our hearts that we cannot deny it simply because it does not fall under one of the primary physical senses. Perhaps the palpability of our hearts is more than meets the eye.