How does the line of the present compare to the thread unspooling eternity? How do the spiteful demons of ugliness stand up to the ocean of beauty and God? The passionate, poetically mystical Adam Borzič writes with orphic solemnity and never shies away from the attempt to encompass everything: the infinitely distant universe and the soul. His onomatopoeic poems full of imagery and allusions are an invocation of humanity, which is at risk of disappearing. Borzič’s new cycle Dějiny nitě has been brought out in a bilingual edition containing the Czech and a German translation.