Let it be visible; no surmise can we brew.
Although the sky of light is not without its rain,
The earth of darkness, too, produces plants and grain.
I love that text: “They who believe what is not seen.”[393]
Thence have I closed my eyes, the body’s windows keen.130
But should I cleave the firmament with my swift glance,
Could I exclaim: “Perceivest thou a flaw, perchance?”[394]
To scrutinise what’s hid behind the darkness’ screen,
Each man his method chooses; guesses what’s between.
A certain space of time confusion reigns supreme.