When I think no thing is like any other thing I become speechless, cold, my body turns silver and water runs off me, as if repulsed. There I am ten feet from myself, possessor of nothing, uncomprehending of even the simplest particle of dust. But when I say, You are like a swamp-animal during an eclipse, I am happy, full of wisdom, loved by children and old men alike. I am sorry if this confuses you. During an eclipse the swamp-animal acts as though day were night, drinking when he should be sleeping, etc. This is why men stay up all night writing to you.