Ants and Angels

I know of a place. It's not very big. It's in the heart, just before you get to the heart of hearts. There's a little antechamber there where unsavory intentions gather and linger and linger—for no matter how hard they wish and try to, they cannot enter the heart of hearts, I'm pretty sure of that; at least some of the time.

This is the little padded room from where, they say—I read this somewhere not so long ago—where they say that if thoughts could kill, we would de-people (if not de-life ...