tho meztli could already feel the sharp, cold diamond o’ knowledge sitting in her palms, she knew that that was less than half the task. ’twould take 5 times as much struggle to figure out how to crack it open & release for her that addictive tonic o’ sweet, sweet knowledge.
she tried all the most destructive tasks she could devise: dropping it from the tallest o’ buildings, putting it in the enter o’ the biggest o’ explosions… but the diamond was as solid as e’er.
finally, after wandering the crepuscular webs, she found the secret to opening this diamond: boiling it @ 215° C with salt.