Meditations on an art exhibition

After a nice pork knuckle I find myself in the Kunsthaus Zurich for a quick wandering.

A reflection of a display of a supermarket:

Perishables, perishables. What God makes is perishable. Finite, ever-changing, ephemeral. On the contrary, what man attempts to do is create the infinite, make the eternal. Preserve within what is finite, the infinite. That is the folly of man.

Rodin The Gates of hell

Jackson Pollock No 21. 1951:

What is hell? The crushing of identity into the soulless, bottomless base of universality. One moment there is a face, the other it is lost.
That is hell. A constant movement towards nothingness, for nothingness, by nothingness.

Mondrian: Composition with red blue and yellow

Haiku of a dead God

My heart cries out to naught.

The Soul towards the dead God

Who am I today?