Night kneels over the sleeper.
Where did his journey begin, where will
it burn through to?
And what does he swim for now.
Swim, sleeper, swim.
“The germ of beauty will develop very little where a meagre nature denies man all invigoration, and where a wasteful nature relieves him of any effort — where dull sensuousness feels no need, and where powerful appetite finds no satsisfaction”
Friedrich Schiller | On the Aesthetic Education of Man