Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children are divided into two classes: those who shout out to the actor to escape when the danger in the course of the play, and those who are silently concentrated at this moment. Being there, into. Being an actor.