iyiwanishihisowin

the spirit of the forest has subjugated all pride and arrogance of the power of judgment.  she took away my belief in words, she robbed me of the joy of explaining and ordering things, and she let devotion to the ideals of this time die out in me.  she forced me down to the last and simplest things.  the spirit of the forest took my understanding and all my knowledge and placed them at the service of the inexplicable and the paradoxical.  she robbed me of speech and writing for everything that was not in her service, namely melting together of sense and nonsense, which produces the supreme meaning