Mike
He was squatting in darkness.
He was quite alone on earth, when suddenly he became conscious and discovered himself. He had no idea where he was. Nor did he know how he had come there. But he breathed and there was life in him. He lived!
But who was he? A being – something living. More than that he could not comprehend. All about him was dark, and he could see nothing.
Then he groped about with his hands. His fingers brushed over clay wherever he felt. The earth was clay; everything about him was lifeless clay.
He let his fingers slide over himself. He knew nothing of how he looked, but he found his face and felt that he had a nose, eyes, and mouth, arms and legs and limbs. He was a human being – a man!
He felt across his forehead – and found a hard little lump. What was that for?
He had no idea that one day he was to become a raven, and that the lump would grow out to become a bill.
He fell into thought. He had understood that he was a separate being, not grown fast to all that surrounded him. Then he crawled over the clay, slowly and cautiously. He wanted to find out where he was. But suddenly his hands felt only empty space – an abyss – and he dared not go… (Rasmussen, Fifth Thule Expedition, vol. 10, no. 2, p. 61)
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