It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism. - Czesław Miłosz

From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.

The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
And for me, now as then, it is too much.
There is too much world.

They say somebody has invented you but to me this does not sound convincing for humans invented themselves as well.