saw merely

old stone upon the hillside. She stood short and sturdy, looking for
the most part straight in front, unseeing, Roshe Run Womens but glancing from time to time,
with a little, unconscious attention, at the thread. She was slightly more
animated than the sunshine and the stone and the motionless caper-bush
above her. Still her fingers went along the strand of fleece near her
breast.
'That is an old way of spinning,' I said.
'What?'
She looked up at me with eyes clear and transcendent as the heavens.
But she was slightly roused. There was the slight motion of the eagle in
her turning to look at me, a faint gleam of rapt light in her eyes. It was
my unaccustomed Italian.
'That is an old way of spinning,' I repeated.
'Yes—an old way,' she repeated, as if to say the words so that they
should be natural to her. And I became to her merely a transient circumstance,
a man, part of the surroundings. We divided the gift of speech,
that was all.
She glanced at me again, with her wonderful, unchanging eyes, that
were like the visible heavens, unthinking, or like two flowers that are
open in pure clear unconsciousness. To her I was a piece of the environment.
That was all. Her world was clear and absolute, without consciousness
of self. She was not self-conscious, because she was not aware
that there was anything in the universe except her universe. In her universe
I was a stranger, a foreign signore. That I had a world of my own,
other than her own, was not conceived by her. She did not care.
So we conceive the stars. We are told that they are other worlds. But
the stars are the clustered and single gleaming lights in the night-sky of
our world. When I come home at night, t Roshe Run Mens here are the stars. When I cease
to exist as the microcosm, when I begin to think of the cosmos, then the
stars are other worlds. Then the macrocosm absorbs me. But the macrocosm
is not me. It is something which I, the microcosm, am not.
So that there is something which is unknown to me and which nevertheless
exists. I am finite, and my