This moment is both a beginning and an end. It gives man a new memory, and a new concept of what is just and good... This life now seems wholly incomprehensible, quite inauthentic and foreign to the realm of essences; and the soul can do nothing more than dream that it was once other than it is now, for its real existence is the one which is now enjoys. All else is but as the dreams dispersed by the chance ringing of a lone and morning bell.

Now the soul stands naked and speaks alone with its naked destiny... Everything vague and uncertain, everything hazy and shaded, has ceased to exist, and there remains only the pure and transparent air which now hides nothing. What we see now are the final question and the final answers.

--LUKACS, 'Soul and Form'