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The 22nd of March 1832 had come. In his armchair, a coverlet upon his knees, the green shade over his eyes, Goethe died. The dread and anxiety that often precede death by some time were over and done; he suffered no more, he had suffered himself out. And when he asked what day of the month it was, and… Read more
“It is important that our creation … mirror the puzzles with which we are surrounded, so that our soul may endeavor — not to solve them — but to decipher them… for the puzzles are an image of the ungraspable. An imperfect, that is, a human image. But if we can only learn from them to consider the ungraspable as possible, we get nearer to God, because we no longer demand to understand him.”
Arnold Schoenberg