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?
