he human being gets drunk on the wondrous uniqueness of his perception and praises the withered (= late, foreboding) night as refuge and trailblazer for essential realization, yet recognising at the same moment the worldly forlornness and isolation and thus deigning to recognize in this – apparently the only – dignity of being human: his unique perception, his last and greatest burden. Desperately, the human being rages and finally freezes in the face of the numbing inexpressibility of his innermost to another (human) being, in the face of a closed-off loneliness that is just as numbing; the human being is torn between the questions how much he must, can, or may, come up with his own demands and how much he must, can, or may reach out for another human being, in order to recognize himself more truthfully – without loosing himself in the process.
he human being gets drunk on the wondrous uniqueness of his perception and praises the withered (= late, foreboding) night as refuge and trailblazer for essential realization, yet recognising at the same moment the worldly forlornness and isolation and thus deigning to recognize in this – apparently the only – dignity of being human: his unique perception, his last and greatest burden. Desperately, the human being rages and finally freezes in the face of the numbing inexpressibility of his innermost to another (human) being, in the face of a closed-off loneliness that is just as numbing; the human being is torn between the questions how much he must, can, or may, come up with his own demands and how much he must, can, or may reach out for another human being, in order to recognize himself more truthfully – without loosing himself in the process.