It starts out as the activity of a doer - no, that's not right, it starts out accompanied by the idea of an interested doer and by the idea of interest, and very big ideas these are since they have so much work to do and are so imbricated with other busy ideas. As time goes by these ideas fall away, they are working objects and they become exhausted and irrelevant, their connections fray through excessive repetition. Oddly the activity goes on in just the same way, better really, since the ideas added nothing to it. This is so strange, because it seemed so essential that there be some sort of personage, with all the paraphernalia of a need to distinguish himself, to justify himself, or whatever the drive appeared to be, to contain this thing. But it turned out just the other way, the personage is what gets in the way, what appropriates it and obscures it, as if it's agenda mattered, as if it were about some kind of important event. Oh, it is as tiresome as a symphony by Mahler!