Ungernberg

“THE FIELDS
TO CARL AUGUST KLEIN

Salient curve of the silver sky
Arches the endless expanse of your somnolent fields.
Can you unriddle the fate which their furrows conceal,
All that we two for years passed by?
Under the willows dripping with new
Catkins, the children are listening entranced to the sound
Of a flute, buoyant and careless they caper and bound
Into a dusk of vermilion and blue.
Shining baubles weary the crone, and her gaze
Turns to the gentler resplendence of Thuja trees,
Only the care she bestows upon graves gives her ease,
Dimly she croons of a region of rays.
And those who slipped from the snares of delight,
But who, like us, on terrestrial wishes are fed —
Brooding friend, do you seek them in symbols and dread
Our adventure into night?”
― Stefan George, The Works of Stefan George

“No! God, flash blazing in the symbolic triangle, is not the number traced in the lips of human wisdom.”
― Louis Bertrand, Gaspard de la Nuit

“The anarchist, as the born foe of authority, will be destroyed by it after damaging it more or less. The anarch, on the other hand, has appropriated authority; he is sovereign. He therefore behaves as a neutral power vis-à-vis state and society. He may like, dislike, or be indifferent to whatever occurs in them. That is what determines his conduct; he invests no emotional values.”
― Ernst Jünger, Eumeswil

“Even today, I would go halfway round the world to find a book if I thought it essential to my needs, and I have a feeling of absolute veneration for those few authors who have given me something special. For this reason, I can never understand the tepid youth of today who wait for books to be given to them and who neither search nor admire. I would go without eating in order to get a book, and I have never liked borrowing books, because I have always wanted them to be absolutely mine so that I could live with them for hours on end.

As with men, it has always seemed to me that books have their own peculiar destinies. They go towards the people who are waiting for them and reach them at the right moment. They are made of living material and continue to cast light through the darkness long after the death of their authors.”
― Miguel Serrano, C.G. Jung and Hermann Hesse: A Record of Two Friendships