Buddha, Descartes, Soseki, Biko,
Chaplin, Tansen, Cryuff, Li Bai.
What will become of all these men
when, on a morrow coming sooner or later,
the memory, mind, breath and body of the last man
on our mystic cosmos fleets into the oblivion of death
leaving behind a terrifying silence, like that of primeval earth?
What will become of men’s worlds of colors, lies, sorrows, morals,
republics, questions, remembrances, aesthetics, sciences, kisses and music?
