The man with the the Heart does not have the Legs. Or maybe he does but has chosen not to. The man with the Legs does not have the Brains. Or maybe he does but she could never allow herself to see it. The man with the Brains does not have the Heart. Or maybe he does and that’s only what he wants her to believe (she does not believe it).

All three men do not have the Spirit.

The woman with the Spirit has the Brains, the Heart, and the Legs; more of the Heart than the Brain or the Legs, but she has all of them nonetheless.

“What is my curse?” the woman asks the World.

“To love deeply where one cannot stay.”

“And my blessing?”

“To carry oceans of Grace in a world that thirsts.”

None of the three men will stay. And it will be much too late to wait for a man in Spirit who has everything. That’s what the World tells her. Her fingers tremble. She stares at the World blankly, her Heart ridiculously failing. They told her that if her Heart fails, she will survive on Brains and Legs alone. But the Brains and the Legs do not carry Grace. Only the Heart does. And her only blessing was Grace.

In grief, she falls to the ground. It seems that when the Heart fails, her Legs fail, too.

The woman with the Spirit lies on the ground, dead. The man with the Heart and the man with the Brains crouch around her. Both somber, both quiet and calculated. They whisper Prayers in a different Language. The man with the Legs is nowhere to be found.

The World looks at the scene. The World moves on.