One wants to transcend and enhance the will’s normal possibilities.
Art like prayer is a hand outstretched in the darkness,
seeking for some touch of grace which will transform it
into a hand that bestows gifts.
Prayer means casting oneself into the miraculous rainbow
that stretches between becoming and dying,
to be utterly consumed in it,
in order to bring its infinite radiance to bed
in the frail little cradle of one’s own existence."
in "Conversations with Kafka" by Gustav Janouch