Here, the human being takes a very sober and unmasking look at his rather limited and faulty sensual perception as well as his confused and uncertain lines of thought, his only mainstay in his weltschmerz and his seeming realization of self and world. Again, a voice (of the withered night or of the human being itself) advices to not overestimate the human being’s will to realization and to take into account human apathy and the self-righteousness of many. All this culminates in the central metaphor of human eyes that are only able to see in light, while all the seemingly garish lies and dark truths flow past the human being like a great river ... and thoughts die too quick to be able to follow that river anyway ...
Here, the human being takes a very sober and unmasking look at his rather limited and faulty sensual perception as well as his confused and uncertain lines of thought, his only mainstay in his weltschmerz and his seeming realization of self and world. Again, a voice (of the withered night or of the human being itself) advices to not overestimate the human being’s will to realization and to take into account human apathy and the self-righteousness of many. All this culminates in the central metaphor of human eyes that are only able to see in light, while all the seemingly garish lies and dark truths flow past the human being like a great river ... and thoughts die too quick to be able to follow that river anyway ...