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| We, the great arts, bow down today to him, who gave us back our home. Like the light separate from the sun, we wandered about separate from bliss – over the centuries, over the millenia – separating us from each other, since we were homeless. This is our eternal fate, as wherever we appear, man is lifeless, and wherever he is without life, there we appear. Since today man expresses the aimless aim, we happily swing in our beloved mother’s lap, in the divine omnipotence, and we beg that our names are forgotten. |
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| PETER HÜBNER · SONG OF LIFE |
