Father's Wizdum

No se importa; se falta el "porqué?"

  (The violence of life, coded, singular, combinatory

  a stupefying colloquium, like bells on high,

  sentences made bleak with casuistry.)

[My father said the first line to me in Spanish, translated as "It does not matter; the "why?" is missing". My (internal) response is the next three lines. The last line I think means to say that any sentence can be made to sound horrible and absurd if one tries to reason with it, spend too much time with it, making it a key to the universe. I think flux is necessary for joy.... eternity is a banal concept, invented by religious pricks.]