I say to you in one instant the nonbeliever, the blasphemor, fell to his knees. As he fell he deliberately placed his hands on his heart. He held on to everybeat, grasped tightly with his fist as if he could reach into him and keep the heart pumping. Every second that he held onto his pulse he feared it would stop. His knees began trembling as his body lost strength. I say to you within one second, a fraction of a minute, the building block of an hour, his heart did stop. Within these few most dear moments he was capable of a small realization. He was still coherent, kneeling down, lacking the beat of his own heart. He danced with a quick idea that he didn't need his heart, that he could go on and live a normal life without this irreparable organ. The instant the thought ran through, measured by the quickness of human capability to absorb a thought, his body fell in one thump and his life, the human life that gave mobility to his tangible being, dwindled away. His conciousness fell and fell, down into puddles of surface water, eventually percolating down into soil, further still to the core of the world.