I am mortal, born to love and to suffer. - Friedrich Hölderlin

What is the wisdom of a book compared with the wisdom of an angel?

The God, when he draws near, will the heart stand fast.
But, oh my, shame! when of

My shame!

And let me say at once

That I approached to see the Heavenly,
And they cast me down, deep down
Below the living, into the dark cast down
The false priest that I am, to sing,
For those who have ears to hear, the warning song.
There

Good Advice You’ve a head and a heart? Reveal only one of them, I say; If you reveal both at once, doubly they’ll damn you, for both.