Precario / Precarious

And if I devoted my life to one of its feathers? To experience its nature permeate and understand it until the end? And if I arrived in a time when my gestures have become the thousand minute wands of the feather and my silence the humming and buzzing of the wind in the feather and my softness velveteen and silken as the feather and my thoughts quick precise and certain as the non-thoughts of the feather?