A modest truth do I declare. 
A man, the microcosmic fool, down in his soul 
Is wont to think himself a whole, 
But I’m part of the Part which at the first was all, 
Part of the Darkness that gave birth to Light, 
The haughty Light that now with Mother Night 
Disputes her ancient rank and space withal, 
And yet ‘twill not succeed, since, strive as strive it may, 
Fettered to bodies will Light stay. 
It streams from bodies, it makes bodies fair, 
A body hinders it upon its way, 
And so, I hope, it has not long to stay 
And will with bodies their destruction share.

 

Faust, Goethe