Friedrich HölderlinHölderlin Quote
Oh, you wretches who feel all this, who, even as I,cannot allow yourselves to speak of man’s beinghere for a purpose, who, even as I, are so utterlyin the clutch of the Nothing that governs us, soprofoundly aware that we are born for nothing,that we love a nothing, believe in nothing, workourselves to death for nothing only that little bylittle we may pass over into nothing – how can Ihelp it if your knees collapse when you think of itseriously? Many a time have I, too, sunk into thesebottomless thoughts, and cried out: Why do you laythe axe to my root, pitiless spirit? – and still I amhere.
Friedrich HölderlinHölderlin
Oh, you wretches who feel all this, who, even as I,cannot allow yourselves to speak of man’s beinghere for a purpose, who, even as I, are so utterlyin the clutch of the Nothing that governs us, soprofoundly aware that we are born for nothing,that we love a nothing, believe in nothing, workourselves to death for nothing only that little bylittle we may pass over into nothing – how can Ihelp it if your knees collapse when you think of itseriously? Many a time have I, too, sunk into thesebottomless thoughts, and cried out: Why do you laythe axe to my root, pitiless spirit? – and still I amhere.