| Summary: | Noise of ocean. Caption: "Consider the Eskimo who, with visibility zero, navigates his kayak along dangerous coastlines. He is guided by the feel of the wind and the smell of the fog, by the sound of the surf and nesting birds, and particularly by the feel of the pattern of the waves and currents against his buttocks. – Edmund Carpenter." Commentary: "I was born without a skin, all the pores open and breathing; the softness, the warmth and the smells; the whole body invaded, penetrated, responding. Every tiny cell and pore active and trembling and enjoying. I shrieked with pain!" Newly born baby with mother and hospital staff; baby’s cries echoed by soprano singer. Baby. Title and credits over film of baby sleeping and being caressed by mother. London traffic. Commentary: "Gold. The work of men’s hands. Their idols are silver and gold. The work of men’s hands. They have mouths but they speak not. They have ears, but they hear not. Noses they have, but they smell not. They have hands, but they handle not. Feet they have, but they walk not. Neither speak they through their throat." [Psalm 115]. Children playing in woods; leaves, insects, etc. Commentary: "I see all, am all, all. I leap along the line of the horizon hill. I am a cloud in the high sky. I trace the vein of implicate foe. I am bird world, leaf life. I am wasp world hung under low-belly branch of hidden form. Friable paper world, humming with hate. Moss thought, rain thought, stone still thought on the hill. Never, never, never will I go home to be a child." Inside a car manufacturing plant. Typist. Commuters going down stairs.
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