We have to leave that line behind.
The question is, where does it begin; where is it marked?
We must look around and feel how it feels: this is the weather.
That is to say, an exaltation that comes front,
a very happy heart movement of 180 ° and to days yet to come,
beating, for any ceiling to come.
Pretty soon after our children's age had ended
we understood that ──as a buzz, as a transparent wind of light, as those insects and their charming wings flight── we all come from there: the outdoors of our thoughts.
Just imagine calling it "the bad weather".
That weather which has educated us, "even what has taught us a good laugh".
That was our lonely star in the sky above.
Pretty soon we knew that at most we had a hut, only a small tent in the outdoors;
at most we had a few bonfires, here and there, in the sand.
Thus, we wonder why thinking of a "center", since there is no center?
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