sometimes it happens in conversation: we stand
facing truth and lack the words,
have no gesture, no sign;
and yet - we feel - no word, no gesture
or sign woudl convey the whole image
that we must enter alone and face (,like Jacob).
this isn't mere wrestling with images
carried in our thoughts;
we fight with the likeness of all things
that inwardly constitute man.
but when we act can our deeds surrender
the ultimate thruths we presume to ponder?
Karol Wojtyla, "Thought" - "Strange Space", I, 1