this is a excerpt from last part of book, Siddharta, by Herman Hesse-
"Slower, he walked along in his thoughts and asked himself: “But what is this, what you have sought to learn from teachings and from teachers, and what they, who have taught you much, were still unable to teach you?” And he found: “It was the self, the purpose and essence of which I sought to learn. It was the self, I wanted to free myself from, which I sought to overcome. But I was not able to overcome it, could only deceive it, could only flee from it, only hide from it. Truly, no thing in this world has kept my thoughts thus busy, as this my very own self, this mystery of me being alive, of me being one and being separated and isolated from all others, of me being Siddhartha! And there is no thing in this world I know less about than about me, about Siddhartha!”
Which is similar in narrative to last part of Jammes' book- the hare facing his own death, and the very reality of death in relation to the philisophical and spiritual inquiry that only life and the body allow.
I have used hare and rabbit imagery a lot in my own practice- in a very specific manner- to both veil and narrate personal tales, of sexuality, cycles, and death, and social inquiries of implicate meaning and order.
There is a big difference in working and in understanding; between illustrating an idea and being the idea.
A hare is not a hare.
It is only at a hare's death that one may look closely at its fur, whiskers, nostrils, and glazing eyes.
Otherwise it exists only in moment/distance/mind's eye
A hare is everything that is not hare.
A hare is hare-ness.
Where does hare start and end?
I am sure you know this site
breathless-cat power (bad tribute video)
"History is best remembered when condensed into myth."
- Arthur Danto