Yesterday in sitting I see it: My thoughts wander, and « I » follows, running in aimless circles along trails that just double back onto themselves. This is going nowhere, blindly, incessantly yearning to come and arrive. Then for a half-second « I » turns to find in a still clearing the silent face of death looking back, unmasked, calm, ageless. I meet it, eye to eye; we meet, eye to eye.
I see it: I must die, take leave of the thought frenzy leading only to thought frenzy leading only to thought frenzy… The subject (I) must die to become free of the objects that are keeping it alive as subject but are killing the irreducible essence of endless life in the limitless wild fields of being: les contrées sans balises.
I see it: I must die to live.