Immeasurable sadness!
And I know it as a poet,
And I greet it, and I meet it,
Immeasurable sadness!
And the voice that apes a nation—
Let it cry “An affectation,”
Or “A fancy” or “A madness,”—
But I know it as a poet,
And I meet it, and I greet it,
And I say it, and repeat it,
Immeasurable sadness!
“It is important that our creation … mirror the puzzles with which we are surrounded, so that our soul may endeavor — not to solve them — but to decipher them… for the puzzles are an image of the ungraspable. An imperfect, that is, a human image. But if we can only learn from them to consider the ungraspable as possible, we get nearer to God, because we no longer demand to understand him.”
Arnold Schoenberg