Continuous flower II

Before, my image was a bright sight of a continuous flower; right now: self-questioning; less optimistic?

Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight?
An absolute Self -an element ungrounded-
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made?-
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "What is life?"