The wanderer woke up, drowsy, dazed

The night before he had suddenly felt a blow, and then nothing. Today he looked out with the innocence of a newborn child.

"Who am I?" he thought. "What am I?" he pondered. "Do I exist?" he looked.

All around, the woods resounded green and peaceful. Even so, he had the feeling that nothing in the world was right.

"Ah, I have feet. That means I am a walking being. I have hands; therefore, I am a doing animal. I have a head; therefore, I am a complicated psychology."

"Get up, body." The body did not obey.

"Head, get my body up." A series of electric sensations ran through his field of perception, and then the sky pulled upward.

A dizziness flooded the wanderer's gaze with green, and something began to bubble up that vaguely evoked the memory of something called emotions.

"How curious, my body is dual. I have a right half and a left half. Which one will I move? I must decide.

He concentrated slightly, and his right foot moved.

"Good, I moved. It's my first step. Soon I'll be able to run."

Having approved of his progress, he moved the same foot again.

"The view in front of me is changing. That must be good. I'll keep doing it." He felt freedom, confidence, and a cold realism.

He took about four more steps, more confidently now. And imagine his surprise when he saw that he hadn't moved from his spot. He had only turned around in a circle. The emotions came back and blamed the world.

"Ah, everything was wrong. I must change the world." So he decided to step forward with the other foot, the one that felt weaker.

A certain rage grew steadily as he made a second turn around a fixed axis, this time in the other direction. He felt humiliation, injustice, self-pity.

And so he switched back and forth a few times, always disappointed with one result and switching to the other.

"Wait. All my decisions are vain and empty. This spot I'm standing on has me trapped, with no way out. What should I do?"

So, for the first time, he looked at his surroundings.

"Head, seat of reason, look and tell me what you see." It said to him: "You are a biological individual. Therefore, you need to survive, and for that you must eat, sleep and reproduce. You are a social, political and emotional animal that roams the woods hunting prey and trying not to become prey."

So the wanderer tried