THE
WORLD by Daniil Kharms
I
told myself that I see the world. But the whole world was not accessible
to my gaze, and I saw only parts of the world. And everything
I saw I called parts of the world. And I examined the properties
of these parts, and examining these properties, I created science.
I understood that the parts have intelligent properties and that
the same parts have unintelligent properties. I distinguished them
and gave them names, And, depending on their properties, the parts
of the world were intelligent or unintelligent.
And
there were such parts of the world,
which could think. And these parts
looked upon me and then
upon the other parts. And all these parts resembled
one another, and I resembled them. And I spoke with these parts.
I
said: parts thunder.
The
parts said: a clump of time.
I
said: I am also part of the three turns.
The
parts answered: And we are little dots.
And
suddenly I ceased seeing them and, soon after, the other parts as well.
And I was frightened that the world would collapse.
And I was frightened that the world would collapse.
But
then I understood
that I do not see the parts independently, but I see
it all at once. At first I thought that it was NOTHING. But then I understood
that this was the world and what I had seen before was NOT the
world.
And
I had
always known
what the world was,
but I do
not even know now
what I saw then.
And
when the parts disappeared,
their intelligent properties ceased being
intelligent, and their unintelligent properties ceased being unintelligent.
And the whole world ceased to be intelligent and unintelligent.
But
as soon as I understood that I saw the world, I ceased seeing it.
I
became frightened, thinking that the world had collapsed.
But while I was thinking of this, I realized that had the world collapsed, I would not be thinking this anymore. And I watched, looking for the world, but not finding it.
But while I was thinking of this, I realized that had the world collapsed, I would not be thinking this anymore. And I watched, looking for the world, but not finding it.
And
soon after there wasn’t anywhere to look.
Then
I realized that since before there was somewhere to look—there had
been a world around me. And now it’s gone. There’s only me.
And
then I realized that I am the world.
But
the world—is not me.
Although
at the same time I am the world.
But
the world’s not me.
And
I’m the world.
But
the world’s not me.
And
I’m the world.
But
the world’s not me.
And
I’m the world.
And
after that I didn’t think anything more.