And when I say, THIS MACHINE RUINS LIVES, I don’t mean yours but of course this machine will ruin any life. That is to say that there is no such abstraction. That is to say that even as I forgive you I am breaking the bricks of your heart apart and placing each piece in a sandwich bag and stacking the sandwich bags into the shape of a heart in the freezer. This icy heart I am building is not your heart anymore. It is a purple thing like your heart. It is a secret thing like your heart. It is a special thing I want to never lose. And you see that when it is gone completely from your chest you will begin to sing a special song. It will go I AM THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN. And when you are finished with your song, it will be raining. The rain will be the cleanest rain. We will catch it in a pitcher, and it will taste just like our favorite bottled water, and we will dump the pitcher on our dying rosemary plants; and this will be our contribution to the world. You say YOU SEE THIS WATER SAVES LIVES. You say, YOU SEE THIS WATER RUSTS THIS MACHINE, THIS HEART.