How Far, In Any Case,

Men And Animals Regard Each Other Across A Gulf Of Mutual Incomprehension.

And So They Are Ever Returning To Us, The Dead.

Tiny Details Imperceptible To Us Decide Everything!

Everything Our Civilization Has Produced Is Entombed.

I Feel More And More As If Time Did Not Exist At All... Only Various Spaces Interlocking According To The Rules Of A Higher Form Of Stereometry[the Geometric Measurement Of Solid Bodies], Between Which The Living And The Dead Can Move Back And Forth As They Like, And The Longer I Think About It The More It Seems To Me That We Who Are Still Alive Are Unreal In The Eyes Of The Dead.