The Holy Longing Johann W. Von Goethe, translated by Robert Bly Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the mass man will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death.
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Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness, and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.
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Distance does not make you falter. Now, arriving in magic, flying, and finally, insane for the light, you are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow, you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.
