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You speak of hearts but you know not of what you speak. A heart is energy, not love; it is a blood pump, a generator. Everything else is your mind, your brain, science, attraction. It's disappointing that disappointment is just a chemical imbalance, that doubt is just an illusion, that an illusion is just a missing proton, electron, neutron, some scientific inhumane element. Everything that means anything at all to me is just something you can put in a test tube. My "feelings" just an experiment, objects, matter. Well then what of religion? Wars? Nonsense, science. Psychologists turning your life, your experiences, into a capsule you should take once a day. Your every trait traced back to genetics. And then there's society--turning life into a rule book. When did we become so mechanic? When did we become machines?