We need a theme? Then let that be our theme:
That we poor grovellers between faith and doubt,
The sun and north star lost, and compass out,
The heart’s weak engine all but stopped, the time
Timeless in this chaos of our wills —
That we must ask a theme, something to think,
Something to say, between dawn and dark,
Something to hold on to, something to love —

Medusa of the northern sky, shine upon us,
And if we fear to think, then turn that fear to stone,
That we may learn unconsciousness alone;
But freeze not the uplifted prayer of hands
That hope for the unknown.
(Time in the Rock II – Conrad Aiken)