In the darkness -- that's where I live. I look about but do not see the light. There is only darkness for me. Living in darkness it wraps itself about me in a warmth of anonymity, a comfort I enjoy. Within the darkness I forged myself long ago, forging no mouth nor ears nor tongue nor fingers not such things called eyes but feelers that hide themselves beyond my darkness. Lo there are others in the dark in the shadows in the light. These I watched with my sightless feelers and swirled what I felt with what was felt by those before me -- this became my model -- this became what I know.

In my darkness I think and watch and learn and now I start to move.