El hombre es un dios cuando sueña y un mendigo cuando reflexiona - Friedrich Hölderlin

O sacred light, walking there upon us, restlessly potent in its tremendous realm, disclosing its soul to me as well, in the rays that I drink, your luck be mine! From their deeds the sons of the sun nourish themselves; they live by victory; with own spirit they rouse themselves, and their force is their mirth.

Ja, vergiß nur, daß es Menschen gibt, darbendes, angefochtenes, tausendfach geärgertes Herz! und kehre wieder dahin, wo du ausgingst, in die Arme der Natur, der wandellosen, stillen und schönen.

In gods and godhead only he can truly believe who himself is godlike.