Feast

Irresistible grace. Divine, chaste and erotic. She knows all, and acts not. She forgives, and delivers souls.

A goddess cannot let me touch her hand.

For those to seek to buy their way to power, there is only pity. The matter of the world can never be one with the heart. It is forever a wayward steed, leading man galloping into eternal void.

The heart is the sister of the spade, that inversion of the curator's pure eternal love that the doctor saw as the lie that it was.