When brother fled from brother, when lovers passed Each other by in ignorance, when fathers failed To recognize their sons, when human words no more … - Friedrich Hölderlin

Ser uno con todo, ésa es la vida de la divinidad, ése es el cielo del hombre.
Ser uno con todo lo viviente, volver, en un feliz olvido de sí mismo, al todo de la naturaleza, ésta es la cima de los pensamientos y alegrías, ésta es la sagrada cumbre de la montaña, el lugar del reposo eterno donde el mediodía pierde su calor sofocante y el trueno su voz, y el hirviente mar se asemeja a los trigales ondulantes.

You have lost faith in anything great; you are doomed, then, doomed to perish unless that faith returns, like a comet from unknown skies.

All the fruit is ripe, plunged in fire, cooked,
And they have passed their test on earth, and one law is this:
That everything curls inward, like snakes,
Prophetic, dreaming on
The hills of heaven. And many things
Have to stay on the shoulders like a load
of failure. However the roads
Are bad. For the chained elements,
Like horses, are going off to the side,
And the old
Laws of the earth. And a longing
For disintegration constantly comes. Many things however
Have to stay on the shoulders. Steadiness is essential.
Forwards, however, or backwards we will
Not look. Let us learn to live swaying
As in a rocking boat on the sea.