All that is here is somewhere else.
I see a black raven rubbing its beak
in the dust and the storm is coming:
we are naked under the clouds.
You said you see nothing but
the darkness in the night; the darkness
Who are you? – our God asks.
And we are looking up
where the sky used to be,
but now there is only me.
And you answered: We are everything,
but we are not there yet.
Raven -- Þorgrímur Andri Einarsson