In the twilight of the morning br before the razor woke itself, br I dreamed that all of us, br with no exception, were searching br only for the heart of heart, br that was still growing in our chests. br I'll call her Mary, and she possesses it, br this heart of heart. I only wonder now br if knowing one will be sufficient br to save and nurture fully what is known br only to me as my most valuable, br also sacred of possessions. br But does this entity protect itself br by placing armour skilfully around br its sphere of sheer humanity, br and godliness. No need to fret.