I have to slice these hearts up every morning. I use the Big Knife and watch my fingers as they attempt to grip the squishy muscle that once powered a life. As the slices fell off of the blade, I noticed how each and every one was hollow. And that by carving away the meat of the walls of the heart I was simultaneously slicing up the nothingness that the ventricle was becoming. It's a bad business. So I thought I would just share.