If you break this sentence in half, the phloem is consciousness. The tissue is Jesus Christ. I say this with a love that’s better than the love of no one else. Because there isn't anyone else. On the inside of the stem, I mean. Which is broken, which bleeds this sentence for you. If you rub it on your skin, you’ll phosphoresce. The phloem inside it. If you hold it in your mouth, you’ll glow.