Between what i see in a field and what I see in another field There passes for a moment the figure of a man. His steps go with βhimβ in the same reality, But I look at him and them, and theyβre two things: The βmanβ goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign, And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk. I see him from a distance without any opinion at all. How perfect that he is in him what he is β his body, His true reality which doesnβt have desires or hopes, But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.