The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea - Arthur Rimbaud

لكم الهلاكُ! أيتها القوة، أيتها العدالة، ويا أيها التاريخ، ألا اسقطوا !

Oh! Science! Everything has been revised. For the body and for the soul, — the viaticum, — there are medicine and philosophy, — old wives' remedies and popular songs rearranged. And the pastimes of princes and games they proscribed! Geography, cosmography, mechanics, chemistry!...

Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world marches on! Why shouldn’t it turn?

It is the vision of numbers. We are going toward the Spirit. There’s no doubt about it, an oracle, I tell you. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.

Against snow, a tall Beautiful Being. Whistlings of death and circles of muffled music make this adored body rise, swell and tremble like a ghost; scarlet and black wounds open in the magnificent flesh.