’Ego sum hic.’
Calling to the dawn,
Baying at the moon,
Petitioning the horizon,
Summoning the faithful;
The yearning indefinite,
In pursuit of an enduring affirmative;
An echo searching for its source
In the boundless beyond.
’Ibi tu es, tu es, tu es, tu es...‘
‘When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.’
- Madame de Stael
