Make chance essential.
I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing about Europe.
One eye sees, the other feels.
My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
See with one eye, feel with the other.