A la recherche du temps perdu

"We bear within us the seeds of all the gods,
the gene of death and the gene of love—
who separated them, the words and things,
who blended them, the torments and the place where they come to an end,
the few boards and the floods of tears,
home for a few wretched hours."
—  Gottfried Benn, from “Can Be No Sorrow,” trans. Michael Hofmann