Invisible structures, words, make us what we are, whether acting as supports, to spring off, or as censors, to hold us back. Gender, like nationality, is a completely artificial thing and but a further wall to divide and conqure us. FeMale; the two in one, through such economy, the ultimate reduction between the subject and the object can be attained. The body then like a vessel, filled up with eternal desires. She, the One. Or SHI; She, He, I: Total union. Climax, relief, orgasmic adventures, when all movements are fluid, and we only spawn but diamonds.