'The great Polish poet, Czeslaw Milosz has a poem entitled "On Angels" - you can imagine why I was drawn to it - and it concludes by articulating the best possible answer to WHAT AM I DOING HERE and WHY ME: The poet is haunted by a voice:
I have heard that voice many a time when asleep
and, what is strange, I understood more or less
an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:
day draws near
another one
do what you can.'
I have heard that voice many a time when asleep
and, what is strange, I understood more or less
an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:
day draws near
another one
do what you can.'
