i was reading this and realised that it wasn't incomplete at all. the thoughts at that moment were entirely different and i feel that this is perfect..now..always was maybe.
the child with his rational ramifications,a gift by his mother, twisted metal like plastic.
the mother cried out, in a happy disgust, "love, what have you done?"
"mother, i have just constructed something out of scrap", replied the child, looking at his mother with a tiny smile.
mother, oh mother, looked at her child, smiling easily.
"oh! lord, my child would be an engineer of the world"..
a child as naive as his mother, twist the metal to form shape, deconstructed his toy to construct nothing. rational ramifications of a twisted mind, a gift from the mother..
a child as clean as a slate twisted metal like plastic just like the father would..
the mother would cry out loud,"love, what have you done?"
the cry wrapped in disgust and yet happiness, cocooned the unknown indoctrination...
"oh! mother, have no fear. i have done what the nature demands. its the law of alchemy, mother - disintegrating nothing into everything"
the child as naive as his mother, set onto unravel the cryptic.. young age, as white as a sheet, sketched to people's fantasies..
human kind can not gain anything without first giving something in return. in order to obtain, something of equal value must be lost. that is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange.