Taller than the others, this man Walked among them, at a distance, Now and then calling the angels By their secret name He would see That which earthly eyes do not see: The fierce geometry, the crystal Labyrinth of God and the sordid Milling of infernal delight He knew that Glory and Hell too Are in your soul, with all their myths; He knew, like the Greek, that the days Of time are Eternity"s mirror In unadorned Latin he went on listing The unconditional Last ThingJorge Luis Borges | "Poesia Completa", pá 220 | Debolsillo, 3 edição, 2016