Wie unvermögend ist doch der gutwilligste Fleiß der Menschen gegen die Allmacht der ungeteilten Begeisterung! - Friedrich Hölderlin

He who has thought most deeply loves what is most alive.

"To the Parcae"

A single summer grant me, great powers, and
a single autumn for fully ripened song
that, sated with the sweetness of my
playing, my heart may more willingly die.
The soul that, living, did not attain its divine
right cannot repose in the nether world.
But once what I am bent on, what is
holy, my poetry, is accomplished:
Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows’ world!
I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not
accompany me down there. Once I
lived like the gods, and more is not needed.

For the mindful god does detest untimely growth.