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| We, the great sciences, bow down today to him, who brought our home to our eyes. Like the eye separate from cognition, we wandered about separate from truth – over the centuries, over the millenia – confusing each other, since we were homeless. This is our eternal fate, as wherever we appear, man is without wisdom, and wherever he is without wisdom, there we appear. Since today man has recognized the aimless aim, we delightedly sink back into our mother’s lap, into the divine wisdom, and we beg that our names are forgotten. |
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| PETER HÜBNER · SONG OF LIFE |
