"It is as if lines have to be drawn in a continually Flowing stream, figures drawn which hold fast. Between this reality of life and the scientific Intellect there appears to be no possibility of Comprehension, for the concept sunders what is To be unified in the flow of life. The concept Represents something which is universally and eternally valid, independent of the mind which Propounds it. But the flow of life is at all points Unique, every wave in it arises and passes."
Wilhelm Dilthey (1859-1933)
In the night I swim like in dead water Petrified lure is the moon And the silence drives nails into my throat
Immense wisdom in this mute ocean Flowing through the ditches of time A substance insubstantial
In the night I swim like in dead water But aridity's building a mountain in my heart Darkness is drifting Sweping me away with the mire
A brick I would be In the wall of an old house Only to see and not to feel The times desiccated by winter Only to see and not to feel
Yet my hair in the womb And my soles on the ruins The pain of a world Cuts a path into the current And I have seen whither you went