I like the way Paul Celan’s poems hit you with no introduction. I think it takes some guts to jump into a poem with no warning whatsoever.
People have been trying for countless centuries to come up with a non-contradictory, non-trivial explanation for the fact that though our thoughts are physical events, they seem to lead inextricably to an understanding of the non-physical. What shall we make of this mad mystery?
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