“One bright sunny day he went for a walk in the mountains and walked for a long time, tormented by a thought that, try as he might, seemed to be eluding him. Before him was the brilliant sky, below – the lake, and around the bright horizon, stretching away into infinity. He looked a long time in agony…What tormented him was that he was a complete stranger to all of this. What banquet was it, what grand everlasting festival, to which he had long felt drawn, always – ever since he was a child, which he could never join? Every morning the same bright sun rises; every morning there is a rainbow on the waterfall; every evening the highest snowcapped mountain, far, far away, on the very edge of the sky, shows with a purple flame; every 'tiny gnat' buzzing in that chorus: it knows its place, it loves it and is happy; every blade of grass grows and is happy! Everything has its path, and everything knows its path; it departs with a song and it comes back with a song; only he knows nothing, understands nothing, neither men nor sounds, a stranger to everything and an outcast[1].
Monday, January 4, 2010
What grand everlasting festival
“One bright sunny day he went for a walk in the mountains and walked for a long time, tormented by a thought that, try as he might, seemed to be eluding him. Before him was the brilliant sky, below – the lake, and around the bright horizon, stretching away into infinity. He looked a long time in agony…What tormented him was that he was a complete stranger to all of this. What banquet was it, what grand everlasting festival, to which he had long felt drawn, always – ever since he was a child, which he could never join? Every morning the same bright sun rises; every morning there is a rainbow on the waterfall; every evening the highest snowcapped mountain, far, far away, on the very edge of the sky, shows with a purple flame; every 'tiny gnat' buzzing in that chorus: it knows its place, it loves it and is happy; every blade of grass grows and is happy! Everything has its path, and everything knows its path; it departs with a song and it comes back with a song; only he knows nothing, understands nothing, neither men nor sounds, a stranger to everything and an outcast[1].
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