But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying, I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am. Yes, a little creature, I shall try and make a little creature, to hold in my arms, a little creature in my image, no matter what I say. And seeing what a poor thing I have made, or how like myself, I shall eat it. Then be alone a long time, unhappy, not knowing what my prayer should be nor to whom.
The speaker reflects on their existence, questioning the significance of their life and identity. Regardless of their state of being—alive, dead, or in-between—they continue to act without understanding the meaning behind their actions. This existential confusion emphasizes a sense of helplessness and detachment from life’s purpose.
The desire to create another being, a "little creature," highlights a longing for connection, yet it is accompanied by feelings of disillusionment and sadness. The act of creating only leads to further isolation, as the speaker is left with a poor reflection of themselves and ultimately faces loneliness, unsure of what to pray for or to whom. This encapsulates a profound inner struggle within the narrative.