I can think of no people more fragmented... Craftsmen you see, but no humans, thinkers, but no humans, priests, but no humans, lords and servants, bo… - 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.”

Fragmento de: Friedrich Hölderlin. “Hiperión o el eremita en Grecia”. Apple Books.

What love and spirit give cannot be extorted. The state has always been made a hell by man's wanting to make it his heaven. The state is nothing but the coarse husk around the seed of life, the wall around the human fruits and flowers. Yet what good is a wall when the soil of our garden is parched? ... O inspiration, you will bring us the springtime of peoples again. The state cannot command your presence, but if it does not obstruct you, you will come.

For too long has everything divine been utilized,
And all the heavenly powers, the kindly ones, thrown away,
Consumed for kicks by thankless,
Cunning men, who, when the exalted

One works in their fields, think they
Know the daylight and the Thunderer,
And their telescope might see them all and
Count and name all the stars in heaven;

But the Father covers our eyes with holy
Night so we might remain.
He loves no wildness! Our expanding
power will never force heaven.