The petroglyph remains outside consciousness. Its antithesis, the hymn, immediately disappears, like the voice, the very moment it is produced. Like time, it is no longer there straightaway, immediately, as soon as it is there, inasmuch as it is there (wie die Zeit, unmittelbar nicht mehr da, indem sie da ist). (Derrida: ‘glas’)
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins: Hurrahing in Harvest)
Ich schaue hinein, will verinnerlicht sein.
Schalt das Innerlicht ein, was wird da wohl sein?
Was drang in mich ein?