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.