relation/condition

I hope to rescue the mundane from insignificance. This is the insignificance of phenomena dimly felt, indirectly observed, partially experienced. What almost everything must be, if you’re to do more than sit still and watch closely as life occurs around you. You guess and it’s a wonderful expedient to guess that the great portion of human activity hasn’t much to do with you. I say not so! Everything relates back, carries within it the same atom or kernel or cell. Lodged firmly inside myself, I look about me amid this extraordinary surge and shuffle, seeing nothing that lies mute in relation to my condition. Everything speaks - everything. What sin, then, to stay silent and not keep up my end of the correspondence.