TimeisbutthestreamIgoa-fishingin。Idrinkatit；butwhileIdrinkIseethesandybottomanddetecthowshallowitis。
Itsthincurrentslidesaway，buteternityremains。Iwoulddrinkdeeper；fishinthesky，whosebottomispebblywithstars。I
cannotcountone。Iknownotthefirstletterofthealphabet。I
havealwaysbeenregrettingthatIwasnotaswiseasthedayIwasborn。Theintellectisacleaver；itdiscernsandriftsitswayintothesecretofthings。Idonotwishtobeanymorebusywithmyhandsthanisnecessary。Myheadishandsandfeet。Ifeelallmybestfacultiesconcentratedinit。Myinstincttellsmethatmyheadisanorganforburrowing，assomecreaturesusetheirsnoutandforepaws，andwithitIwouldmineandburrowmywaythroughthesehills。Ithinkthattherichestveinissomewherehereabouts；
sobythedivining-rodandthinrisingvaporsIjudge；andhereI