The Human Heart In All It's Glory.

The human heart is dark, disillusioned, distant, and alone. It cares not for anything other than grabbing hold of its own disturbing desires. It seeks after pleasure and cannot remove its eyes from her smooth skin. Its vision is so narrow that it cannot even conceive of any other possible routes other than the one it's on. Unable to turn a degree to the left nor the right and with no lever to change direction in sight, it tramples upon everything that gets in its way and travels without mercy. It has one purpose: to bring pleasure to itself. It has one method: consume, use, take. It has one thought: mine. Fueled by obsession, the human heart seemingly stops at no end. As it gains speed down the long, stubborn terrain it enters into a tunnel. At first the lights of the tunnel shine fairly bright. One light after another goes zooming by. After just a short while, each tunnel light becomes more and more dimly lit, until quite suddenly the last light goes out. Racing at a great speed down the dark tunnel, the human heart knows not where it's headed. Blindly moving through absolute darkness at its own presumptuous pace, it becomes complacent, helpless, and ignorant of its own condition. There the human heart lies embodied in its own deception. Thinking of itself to be paramount in its own existence, it travels deeper into a highly distorted and sickly deformed dimension of human selfishness. This is the state of the human heart at it's highest.

-burton 261e