All the way home, holding on to the little improvised vial containing liquid metal, which she’d made from a large seashell, she pondered on the essence of things, on how matter changed when it interacted with air, water and fire, how its very substance was transformed, in dramatic or subtle ways, but irreversibly.
It was as if things were made from the essence of those things, tiny portions of their thingness, as different from each other as the things themselves, and if one unlocked the secrets of the thingness hidden in the things, reality itself would reveal its mysteries.
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