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A tree is scratching the earth under my feet with a black nail. I should so like to let myself go, to forget, to sleep. But I can't, I'm suffocating: existence is penetrating me all over, through the eyes, through the nose, through the mouth....
And suddenly, all at once, the veil is torn away, I have under-stood, I have seen.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache.