In this essay an aphorism is presented, and the essay itself is a commentary on it. Of course, in order to practice this style of reading as an art, one thing is above all essential—something that today has been thoroughly forgotten (and so it will require still more time before my writings are “readable”)— something for which one almost needs to be a cow, at any rate not a modern man— rumination.
One day the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies
that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.