Both God and Humanity lead an existance of inherent cold. As our universe trends towards disorder, the heat of creation becomes dissapated. The soul, fractured, is victim to caloric decay. Only by the intake of Temperature can the fractured soul dare to exist. It is the sweet heat of human proximity, felt only by the ironic loss of heat of the other. It is the burning in the chest felt during the deepest moments of singularity, the emotion that defies the biological boundaries of the body and is felt in the soul. It is the saccharine burnings of a metal edge, piercing the flesh, sliding between aspects, delivering the biological unit that the body rotted in absence of.