The Human Universe
Sometimes passion falls into our life
At the absurdest moments,
When nothing that held meaning before,
Seems to have a meaning, even in the oddest way.
And sometimes even the greatest absurdities
Take on a meaning they never had before;
And sometimes passionless moments
Get filled with a passion that is hard to bear.
Often when I thought about my moments of love
A cynical mirth came stealing over me,
And when I felt free of every gentle emotion,
Something like love touched the fringes of my heart.
And why is it that I can dream to music
That is sweet and gentle and longing
Without feeling a longing in the heart?
Is it just the beauty of the moment?
Every myth has to depart reality
And yet the mystic transcends reality
In the feeling of absolute wonder
A feeling that exceeds every border:
A sense of wonder that transgresses
Every reason in the presence of the immense
The feeling of this beautiful creation:
A creation that is inconceivable, that stupifies
The immensity of this all-embracing creation,
In which man is just a dreamer who wanders
Through the recesses of a fairy-wonderland
He cannot, he will never comprehend;
Where every law is just a facette, a glimpse
Of a jewel with an infinitness of aspects
This immensity leaves him even more unsure
With every spark of understanding, he seems to catch.
Then: How will man begin to comprehend himself
Not only because he is part of that creation,
But because everything that is sublime in his nature
Is transgressing the borders of his frail frame?