When There's Dryness In Heaven And Metal In Earth

At the end of the night her fingers were hurting.

She said to the man in front of her that her body was now a full vessel of the world; he then said that things are never what they look like, and they needed some metaphysics to understand what had just happened.

They started walking on that large avenue on the way to the top.

Their footsteps were spontaneous and light; their legs were already used to the inclination, the man was tall and had long grey hair, she was all metal, an autumn leaf just falling from a tree in the middle of the night, and her golden skin, smooth as the best quality velvet you could find. They both looked to the sky, and he said, "there's some dryness in Heaven '' to which she replied, "and some metal in Earth '' they both stopped to fill their lungs with fresh and moist night air.

I brought you a gift, said the man taking a tiny package from his jacket pocket, But you can only open it at the top of the hill!

It doesn't matter I don't have anything to give you; she said, taking off the simple dress she was wearing.

Wait!! "Everything that exists, exists in itself or in another thing!"

He was now having some trouble accompanying her fastest walking speed.

I wish I could be more intelligent to understand all your knowledge, she said while grabbing some metal off the walking path.

"What cannot be conceived by another thing must be conceived by itself."

There's no way back now, so please accompany me.

But look, "the knowledge of the effect depends on the knowledge of the cause."

I no longer care about the effect.

She was now grabbing her long and chestnut hair at the top of her head; they were nearly at the top of the hill, and her legs as her pubic areas were now covered in metal.

My dear brother, she said, I'm grateful for all your help. Still, you must understand that every time we expand our limits, our sensibility and precision in all our actions increase. With that, the boundaries of what we consider ours also broaden. I must continue this movement because the substance needs to widen.

She stopped when saying these words, and some people appeared between the trees, coming on their way, bringing some objects with them. They both looked naturally at them, and he went on saying:

"Exactly, but you see, a specific substance cannot be produced by another substance"

She kindly caressed his face with her hand, resting her hand on his grey beard while saying to him. "All substance is necessarily infinite," I'm no longer afraid, because I know that even though losing this expression, I belong to the substance - While speaking her hand softly left his beard, her arms were in a T shape, while some of the people that gathered around them were now covering her breasts with metal, and she went on saying - when breathing the night breeze you will be breathing me in, every time you have sauerkraut, olives, and pickles, you will taste me, and if you ever want to see me, cook with less water, and I will appear in the steam. Every time you feel Grief and Sadness share your feelings with your brothers and sisters, invite them all to dinner with pungent foods, and I will also be there, everywhere!

She now was all dressed in metal, and a chestnut horse was being held for her. The sun was rising, and her figure now on top of the horse was as candid as you can imagine. He stayed on that point of the hill where he couldn't yet see what was on the other side, he could do nothing else besides hold tight to that small package in his pocket.

Inside that paper package, a mung bean was naturally starting to germinate.