When in a reflective age the imagistic, das Bildliche, is found very rarely and sparsely in a reflective presenation, much like an antediluvian fossil reminding us of another kind of life that doubt has eroded, one will perhaps marvel that the metaphorical could ever have played so great a role. But as the metaphor gains more and more ground, accommodates more and more in itself, it invites the onlooker to rest in it, to anticipate a pleasure to which restless reflections perhaps would lead one by a long detour. When the imagistic, das Bildliche, finally acquires such dimensions that all existance becomes visible in it, this is the retrograde movement towards the mythical.

He who becomes guilty, ignorant is innocent.