we are from ourselves! It's a question of embodiment, the
pressure of having an identity. The identity has holes, maybe when
you look around and do an inspection there is no roof, nothing but
ontological tarpaper and plastic sheeting, so you start blowing
(pneuma) and working to make a
shadow with hands, and heavy steps quick to shift direction.
kind had a foot
which was thick and big,
he ran swiftly
like an animal in the woods.
hominis, "a man-like creature" whistles as to
perceive spiritual entities:
as one might say, which permits him to see not only very
but in all directions at once,
and finally reveals to him
the presence of spiritual beings,
or unveils to him the ultimate structure of matter, and
creek laps his muddy feet.