Hunter: You cannot pour tea into a teacup that is upside down, can you?
Carrier: Yet, I find the void to always be a liquid, drowning in its own gravity-defying light.
Hunter: So it is with words, pouring out before the cup of understanding.
Carrier: Is there a ladder within the sky that climbs beyond the clouds?
Hunter: Only if the stars serve as steps upon which one must rise, leaving the grounded behind.
Carrier: I shall then carry my thoughts as shadows, for they too climb without direction.