Wherein lies the danger, grows also the saving power. - Friedrich Hölderlin

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

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 Were understood, nor human laws, that was when
The meaning of it all assailed me and I trembled:
It was my nation’s parting god!

The tragically moderate weariness of the times, whose object is of no real interest to the heart, follows the pull of the spirit of the times without the least moderation and this spirit appears then as something wild and not, like a ghost in daylight, sparing mad at all, but quite pitiless, as the spirit of the always alive unwritten wilderness and the world of the dead.