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"Skin, the window and the door all the same, perhaps the wall we pass through, lovingly worn in time and use. Adam and Eve clothed their own, knowing their nakedness. Good and evil, our superficial layer. Sliding and grating our faces against it, hedonistic or harrowing, sensation is sensation. Our identity, and our cloak which conceals it. We do not know how well clothed we are until we find ourselves without it... So--the Lord cast them out of His garden and they donned linen, wool, and leather. Other organic things, unlike your granite carapace. Comforting warmth and status, functioning and fashionable. So preoccupied with the telltale symptom of our original sin have we become! So often do we forget we are made in His image! Ah, Diosdado. Where is your skin? Or did God forget something when He made you?"