Wandering through the shadows, we listen to the breath
That makes the darkness shudder;
And now and then, lost in unfathomable nights,
We see lit up by mighty lights
The window of eternity.
“He tried to rally his thoughts and form them in unassailable squares, but not a line would hold, they broke ahead of any shooting, and the Logos wandered disloyally off, alone, rudely hiccoughing and chewing on pieces of raw potato, looking surly and dangerous.”
William H. Gass