One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark
Franz KafkaThat's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.
Franz KafkaThe experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.
Franz Kafka