Dies Irae
Even the old emotions are finished, we have worn them out. And desire is dead. And the end of all things is inside us. Our epoch is over, a cycle of evolution is finished, our activity has lost its meaning, we are ghosts, we are seed; for our word is dead and we know not how to live wordless. We live in a vast house full of inordinate activities, and the noise, and the stench, and the dreariness and lack of meaning madden us, but we don't know what to do. All we can know at this moment is the fulfilment of nothingness. Lo, I am nothing! It is a consummation devoutly to be wished in this world of mechanical self-assertion. D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)