Brief is this existence, as a visit in a strange house. The path to be pursued is poorly lit by a flickering consciousness.
Matter is spirit reduced to point of visibility.
I live my daydreams in music.
Nonsense, seems to sum up everything.
I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. When visiting the U.S. from Germany for a winter academic stay.
There is nothing known as "Perfect". Its only those imperfections which we choose not to see!!