ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
ME WALKING IN NATURE
Looking in all directions, no one to be seen: I am alone. Here
in the woods, I am a minute speck of the upthrust, the wave of
human history. A grain of dust, a drop of spray, a bubble. I am
closer to the infinitesimal than to the infinite. The exact par-
ticular that is me stands here amongst those not of its kind
carrying within it the species. Nations and tribes and solitaries
who all knew their something represented here by me. My nature is
us, having come off the savannahs and wandered, not a quest but a
question: what is over there? This leading not to an answer but
to a result, which is me standing here, looking around, probably
looking a little daft, if truth be said, to someone witnessing,
if a witness were to be found, which is not found, but nonetheless
there it is, the person standing by himself who could not be there
if others had not moved before, would not be dressed if others had
not clothed themselves, would not even have a thought but for the
thinking together built all through time, and therefore, truly:
he is not alone.