Standing on a Brink, Looking to a Distance  Seeking but not Finding, blinded by Divine Light  and Finding oneself in Darkness  Creating but Destroying...    A Diamonds Space stretches above him  And it keeps Mystery of this Silence  A Circle of his Dreams narrows  and leaves nothing face by face with him...    A Conception of Infinity: what is it?  How many Signs are in this Number?  Unconscious Horror nibbles a Single Call  of a Primitive Amoebas!    Standing on a Brink Seeing Emptiness  Seeking, Finding Darkness...  Blinded and founding Sight in Darkness  A Circle of his Dreams dissolves into Atoms!  And They turned into Tears falling  on the Mystery of Silence!..    Dreams... Solitude... Silence...  Sitting on an Ass... On the Infinitive Ass of Eternity...  Sinking in a Space of the absence of Thoughts!..  Dreams... Solitude... Silence...