Integrating the poem of the same title by Durs Gr├╝nbein, a dialogue arises of fractals from movement and from language, with a video and a trombone. This is about bewilderment as method, as question, as self-image. 3 Arkana, 3 attempts, atmospheres and theory, imagination and reason in free interplay. Is that art or philosophy? Or is it the very bewilderment of thinking, the self-image of the individual that releases creativity and thus opens up the possibility of philosophy as art? Bewilderment thus as method?