Man is not by any means of fixed and enduring form. He is much more an experiment and transition. He is nothing else than the narrow and perilous bridge between nature and spirit. His innermost destiny drives him on to the spirit and to god. His innermost longing draws him back to nature, the mother. Between the two forces his life hangs tremulous and irresolute. "Man", whatever people think of him, is never anything more than a temporary bourgeois compromise. A timid and artlessly sly experiment, with the aim of cheating both the angry primal mother Nature and the troublesome primal father Spirit. This balancing act is life ;) Herman Hess with a lil Matt Trees
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 06:10:21 +0000