I used a tool to reach a tool I used to make a tool I used to make a metaphysics. The crows, those rocket scientists, those medieval scholars, were exhaustively doing and knowing the heavy spatial world, writing their summa, scolding us, singing while dreaming, knowing foe from friend. I used the body to make beliefs I used to renounce others I spoke to in words I thieved from trash and made further rips in the system and I went on flying with a slice.