Dialectics is a dialogue, a play of shadows
with somebody darker than darkness
whose eye sees nothing and whose ear hears nothing.
Only sometimes it stretches its hand,
as dark as itself and imperceptibly soft,
and scatters all our cards and pieces,
our formulae, theories, religion and atheism,
and we must begin anew,
until its hand or breath once again
overturns everything
or understand that it is
permanent otherness, nothing but Something Else.
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