It does have to do with our thought becoming more rigorous and more witty and more passionate. Great streams of water, clusters of stars, melting stone, hours of night, ground warmths radiating from an after-glow. Between the relief of material objects, vastness swells and overflows. A figure attempts to appear in a moment, crawling towards dry land to assume a shape in the blue phantom light of electricity. But in this land of disappearance, human vision is complete whiteness and total dark.
Congested eyes adjust to looming solids that, only a second before, have been air and sky and days.
Blankets of sunburn merge every angle, every point of the compass every whirling edge. Full view strikes from the uniform invisible, then dissolves in the filmy atmosphere. Possessed by the obvious absolutely. Where there is no explanation, there is no occurrence. Or a life replaces disguised, wind precedes a storm, fear interrupts a soft sleep.