Hear my petition you, God who do not exist
And into your nothingness gather these my griefs
again
You who never abandoned unhappy men
Without the consolation of illusion. Do not resist
Our petition; may our longing by you be dressed.
When you remove yourself furthest from my sight,
The fairy-tales to sweeten my sad night.
Told by my soul, I then remember best.
How great you are, my God! So great you are
That you are not, except as an idea
How narrow the reality, though it expands so far
In order to include you. I suffer from your mere
Non-existence, God, since if it were that you
Were to exist, then I would really too.
Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936)
Born at Bilbao this Spanish author was a philosopher, poet, and novelist.
