Your thinking (good and evil) is written on a scrap of paper. Let’s say we throw this paper into the fire. If the paper burns, we will know that those thoughts were mistaken. The paper is tossed into the fireplace and rests a while in the fire, but eventually floats gently, lightly away, without being neither burned nor charred. A single tree that knows good and evil, that God created (where flowers nor leaves barely stand out) in the pleasure garden. The scrap of paper is also (like the forbidden fruit) made from that tree. Angels are called birds because they have wings. The shape of their faces are pure like a ball, and their voices are like that of women. If you bare your heart to them you only receive a response in letters, and all you hear is the sound of wings flapping. In the field, countless seeds (invisible in this world) that neither grow nor are picked are sleeping. Words are seeds. The water you see is not made by water vapor, like a river that out of nowhere overflows and runs dry. From the bottom of the earth, it is recalled like a fountain.