"The human body is indeed this weaving-loom, our bones the warp, trying to stand in this illusion which space is; and there's that perpendicular thread to the warp, which we call time, making of us invisible crucified ones... That's how vertigo comes from being suspended by only one thread, from having a destiny as elastic as wools, from being imprisoned in such flexible stitches that one feels covered by a sheepskin and protected against the evening dew and the morning's, the vertigo comes from the fact that we are a tapestry which can't be undone and that none can contain."
