Perhaps crossing an 軸, we go to the other side of ジェイコブ, who is still supine, waiting for the promised 土地 (or at least a subway to the West Bank of the River Jordan). He may only be stunned, or he may be permanently stunted by this near-death experience. All that I can say is that, looking forward through the かすみ of narrative time, I cannot see his 顔 again. His veil-stuck visage now becomes invisible to itself.     でもそのまま時間を無駄にしたくはなかった 行くべき所は他にもあった