Wim wenders age

The bonds of time
are all around you.
The little red cushion on the chair
is waiting for you.

You look into the mirror
but you cannot see your face.

You read your book,
you grasp it between your fingers,
but you cannot see the truth.

Truth passes through the creases of time
like water through your fingers.

Even if you stand in front of the truth
you cannot recognize it.

You will never discover the limits of soul,
should you traverse every road
so deep a measure does it possess (Heraclitus, B 45 DK).

You hope for truth,
you wait for it at your window,
every day.
You stand in front of it,
but the truth is not
where you are.

Truth passes through you
like water through your fingers.
Even if you desire truth,
you cannot see its face.

Truth is fading away.

But you sit at your window when evening falls
and you dream it to yourself (Kafka, An Imperial Message).

You stand alone
in front of the mirror
but you cannot see yourself.
You weep all your tears for truth
but the truth will not appear.

Pathei mathos (Aeschylus, Agamemnon , 8).

Truth is your endless quest
through time and tears.

I had poured out my soul upon the dust,
in loving one that must die
as if he would never die
(St.

Augustin, Confessions IV 8, 13).

You will forget everything
but you cannot forget yourself.

Truth is not the answer
you are waiting for.
Truth is the space
where you are.

Truth is your desire for truth.

Comfort yourself.
You would not seek me if you had not found me
(Pascal, Pensaes, Brunschvicg ).

What are you looking at?
Your heart is full of sorrow.
You are alone in front of truth
but you cannot see it.

Here no one else can gain entry,
since this entrance was assigned
only to you.
I&#;m going now to close it (Kafka, Before the Law).

Truth will make you free,
but who will make the truth free?
Truth is not the answer you&#;re waiting for.
It&#;s a space
that suddenly opens up.

You look through the window
but you cannot see the truth.
Truth is lost
in the creases of time.

The truth is not
where you are.
You try to open your heart
but you cannot.

Truth is the memory
of what cannot be seen.

Truth is not what you see
in front of you,
but all the intertwined gazes
on it.

It is the invisible essence
that gleams the most
in the visible world.

Your heart is full of sorrow.

What&#;s the difference
between truth and love?