to be someone „with heart“ does not mean to behave in a way containing a lot of love in it. at least not necessarily: the heart of an artichoke, the heart of any fruit is but its very center, the most innerly part.
same deal with those fruits in the mankind garden.
what if we unfolded the fact that this very energy emerging from the core is just that strange radiation called love? nothing holy, nothing celestial. just the power from inside. accepting this, we even become aware of another, deeper holiness, which is treasured in this quite material point of view. this is the holiness of reality.
