The Hunter of Thoughts

In the end, thought is shy, W. says. You mustn't disturb it with your din.

We must stalk our ideas like a hunter of old, W. says. A hunter who becomes what he hunts. Who dresses in its skin, who moves like it and thinks like it. Who becomes-buffalo, or becomes-auroch. A hunter who asks permission of the beast to hunt it, and offers it to the heavens when he slits its thought.