Incurable impotence of mind Impertinence disgust and blind If I can understand He's the light and the darkness He's the senseless and full of sense We will never comprehend Beyond all this distaste Beyond all this dismay Beyond all this disdain Beyond all this death It's the riddle we'll never solve And can't stop thinking about it It exists to itself To disturb us and to amaze Through convictions, our enemies of truth.