The migration of the jumper

He lost his sense of the things around him, suddenly turned into a raging tornado of anger, his hammer raised and struck the rock, and this repeated again and again until the place trembled, and dust began to increase from the falling stones. The blows continued, and his entire body changed into hands that had nothing but slapping that mountainous region confronting him as if he was hitting everything he had lived since he was a boy, hammering his prison, his absence, his despair of leaving this darkness, his overwhelming longing for his wife, the roar that deafened his ears and prevented him from hearing anything else, the isolation that expanded and extended, and the idea before which he did not want to… He did not know that the body of the rock was collapsing in front of him, he was absent in his anger, united with his hammer in demolishing all the walls that faced him, he who is alone, absent, imprisoned, wounded, hungry, and thirsty.