no other news today other than a great im conversation with paintedbat. so without further ado, here's you daily quote from old friedrich wilhem:
The Wanderer. He who has come only in part to a freedom of reason cannot feel on earth otherwise than as a wandererthough not as a traveler towards a final goal: for this does not exist. But he does want to observe, and keep his eyes open for everything that actually occurs in the world; therefore he must not attach his heart too firmly to any individual thing; there must be something wandering within him, which takes its joy in change and transitoriness. To be sure, such a man will have bad nights, when he is tired and finds closed the gates to the city that should offer him rest; perhaps in addition, as in the Orient, the desert reaches up to the gate, beasts of prey howl now near, now far; a strong wind stirs; robbers lead off his pack-animals. Then for him the frightful night sinks over the desert like a second desert, and his heart becomes weary of wandering. If the morning sun then rises, glowing like a divinity of wrath, and the city opens up, he sees in the faces of its inhabitants perhaps more of desert, dirt, deception, uncertainty, than outside the gatesand the day is almost worse than the night. So it may happen sometimes to the wanderer; but then, as recompense, come the ecstatic mornings of other regions and days, when he shall see nearby in the dawning light the bands of muses dancing past him in the mist of the mountains, when afterwards, if he strolls quietly beneath the trees in the equanimity of his soul at morning, good and bright things will be thrown down to him, from their tops and leafy hiding-places, the gifts of all those free spirits who are at home in mountain, wood, and solitude, and who are, like him, in their now joyful, now contemplative way, wanderers and philosophers. Born out of the mysteries of the dawn, they ponder how the day can have such a pure, transparent, transfigured and cheerful face between the tenth and twelfth stroke of the clockthey seek the philosophy of the morning.
that is all, carry on.
-the geist
The Wanderer. He who has come only in part to a freedom of reason cannot feel on earth otherwise than as a wandererthough not as a traveler towards a final goal: for this does not exist. But he does want to observe, and keep his eyes open for everything that actually occurs in the world; therefore he must not attach his heart too firmly to any individual thing; there must be something wandering within him, which takes its joy in change and transitoriness. To be sure, such a man will have bad nights, when he is tired and finds closed the gates to the city that should offer him rest; perhaps in addition, as in the Orient, the desert reaches up to the gate, beasts of prey howl now near, now far; a strong wind stirs; robbers lead off his pack-animals. Then for him the frightful night sinks over the desert like a second desert, and his heart becomes weary of wandering. If the morning sun then rises, glowing like a divinity of wrath, and the city opens up, he sees in the faces of its inhabitants perhaps more of desert, dirt, deception, uncertainty, than outside the gatesand the day is almost worse than the night. So it may happen sometimes to the wanderer; but then, as recompense, come the ecstatic mornings of other regions and days, when he shall see nearby in the dawning light the bands of muses dancing past him in the mist of the mountains, when afterwards, if he strolls quietly beneath the trees in the equanimity of his soul at morning, good and bright things will be thrown down to him, from their tops and leafy hiding-places, the gifts of all those free spirits who are at home in mountain, wood, and solitude, and who are, like him, in their now joyful, now contemplative way, wanderers and philosophers. Born out of the mysteries of the dawn, they ponder how the day can have such a pure, transparent, transfigured and cheerful face between the tenth and twelfth stroke of the clockthey seek the philosophy of the morning.
that is all, carry on.
-the geist
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Don't worry. I'm smiling.
I just brought my cell into work and kept it on all night long...that's all...