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  • I pun and use a metaphor to explain what can't be unveiled. I just can't be completely linear and reasonable during the Quadragesima, or won't be alive for Easter.

    I dreamed that I suddenly watched my bosom in the mirror and some red arteries showed up under the skin. I wasn't feeling a thing, but I got stuck staring at my bosom and could see the arteries becoming salient and shiny, notoriously telling "I'm alive". Each time I looked at me and touched my body, I could constatate that the red lines were getting redder, thicker, vivid, but only horizontal, growing line by line, but not too many, up to the direction of the neck and head. But they seemed they couldn't reach the arms.

    I was trying hard to feel what it was, and there was no sensation of sickness. It seemed it was clear: I was that thing - that half a dozen of vivid horizontal arteries, but only a few thin lines of blue veins. Oh, God!!

    Someone came brushing the teeth and I when I appointed the wrong in me, the person told "ah, you're with thick veins! Eh, it's not usual, but it's natural. There's nothing wrong with you".

    I felt I was going to have difficult moments trying to hide the bosom with clothes, but again that mouth with toothpaste told: "HEY, THERE'S NOTHING HAPPENING WITH YOU!!"

    I asked "God, am I with that heart out of the chest?" - remembering a chronicle written by Rubem Braga. "No, you don't have your heart out of chest. It's not this case, it's another. It's your veins".

    Then I waited and little by little the blue veins came up that started to get also salient, but smaller and growing like a delicate net up towards the neck, supporting the hard red lines.
    The opus has become complete in the whole chest. It was a weird new texture in my bosom only, but as it was complete, I felt relief.

    Higgs Bosom? That's because dream or reality, all is language for me with contents of real meanings. Even the reality in raw data is just shadow to shape and tell meanings. Or, Higgs boson, aka "God's particle", is just another language but in material plane, I think - and not the Mind behind, of course, which I think is the real reality in Substance. That's because I'm just a thought, a shapeable substance of shadow, a coexisting language talking to the light.
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