Is the heart enough?

That the synchronicity of their hearts is so different from that of their bodies amplifies his self loathing. The splinter of deteriorating masculinity swells with the moisture of age-underlined shame until the bedrock of their foundation cracks, as the Carrara marble, with its innate beauty, was fractured by the swollen wooden stakes so skilfully worked by the artisans of old. But there is no art, and no beauty in this modern rendering, and as the debris of their past descends to fill the cracks in their foundations his tears are not for him but for her, seemingly so unfulfilled.