Owl.
O-W-L. Let us suppose the truth.
I am an owl by virtue of my belief in owls.
The owl swoops like a hawk.
It's still like a rock, shrieks, meditates like God, like air.
I believe in owls, and what is more,
what is in fact the exact same thing, as you will by now have
guessed, I am hawk, rock, rodent, whale,
and God, which troubles me, which makes of me
myself an owl.