"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