age old story
when u meet a friendly guy who's kinda like a lawnmower being started with a pull cord (by his older brother who keeps needing to pull over and over because the engine keeps stalling) and then u fall in love with the older brother pulling the engine but turns out he's sorta like a lawnmower too and then the younger brother needs to manage the older brother-lawnmower, but after a few pulls of the cord his engine is running (but quite delicately! and if it stalls it may break...)
and then it turns out the lawnmower puller and lawnmower roles are inside out versions of each other and you've basically metaphorically skinned and completely inverted this lawnmower+puller+???(an egg+surgeon+...record keeper? god?+....) contraption
you know, the age old story.... you know....
took me a while to realize what is hidden above is just... absoluteness.
a machine needs a spark or it will not function, needs programming (direction, orders, a purpose), and that is his heart, and it can reside in anyone as conditions change.
thinking about "just a machine that creates miracles" (but this is also phos the god, or maybe kongo if he were not defective)
but yeah i didn't realize that above strictness was absoluteness
and this lies on service of only one thing, THAT WHICH HE CANNOT AFFORD TO LOSE: his heart.