Reality is the beginning not the end,
Naked Alpha , not the hierophant Omega ,
Of dense vestiture , with luminous vassals.
It is the infant A standing on infant legs,
Not twisted, stooping, polymathic Z ,
He that kneels always on the end of space
In the pallid perceptions of its distances.
Alpha fears men or else Omegaโs men
Or else his prolongations of the human.
These characters are around us in the scene.
For one it is enough; for one it is not;
For neither is it profound absentia,
Since both alike appoint themselves the choice
Custodians of the glory of the scene,
The immaculate interpreters of life.
But thatโs the difference: in the end and the way
To the end. Alpha continues to begin.
Omega is refreshed at every end.
- Wallace Stevens
