And now that you give me life. The one that did not yet exist. Well, early in the morning. Suddenly at this time. Suddenly the boredom is over. That first hour is over. Half of before, half of now. The pre-rest before existence is over. That world of limbo of consciousness that is taken to the past without ever reaching the present, except in the presence of the present body. Then the mouth screams without knowing what it says, a manifestation prior to language and the most secret unknown language without knowing that it is always read and speaks alone with itself in the hubbub of speeches.
Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.