3. There are no barriers between the spirit and the flesh. Love and freedom and harmony. And there is death. What about that? Are you afraid to die, because if death exists in this universe you can't be sure it isn't a barrier. If we die we don't have any choice but to become something else again." She was speaking rapidly now, her words rushed together as she spoke them. "We're all born free in our bodies and minds, which are not barriers to any god or demon or ghost. We don't need an outside force that has a reason for doing what it does. So I say: let's just live." Her eyes were wild, staring into nothingness. Tears streamed down from under her lowered lids, then flowed over one cheek to run down her chin. Then they spilled over onto her chest and started floating everywhere around us. At that moment, it was as here tears were reigning over us all. A shudder ran through me. The air had turned colder in my lungs; it seemed all things could hear my breathing. My heart pounded, pounding faster and faster in rhythm with each and every tear she shed. With every heartbeat, a tear was shed. And with every tear that was shed, a heartbeat followed. Rain. Thunder. I named them, and I deciphered the key that was given to us. I knew what it was and what the people of the Old World used it for. It was to protect themselves from the tears of the world. But, why would they do that? That, I have yet to know.