Rivers build the land
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When i asked the patron Aimee of the camping in the Provence, two years ago,
about the increasing desertification, nearby in Spain and Italy (now also South of England),
if it did not make fear rise for the Provence, he said with twinkling eyes: “Mais il y a
les fleuves!” I had some delightful moments near the Sorgues, larger than the Donau
in Heidegger’s country.
Going for the Eifel, one Gebirg on the axis line of Europe, and with the Ahr and in the
South the Moesel as dionysic well-doers, i passed a very small range of hills, called the
Veluwe, abd suddenly realized that it was this small height which made the rivers Rhein
and Maas go to the West, to where i was to be born along. “Rivers build the land”.
Without the insight into the deeply founded poetical character of reality, one has already
condemned one’s (das Man) forloren views. Europe is still something to be discovered.
But fatherland is only for lovers, Hölderlin writes)
Nietzsche says thoughts (Gedanken) come, from outside, in silence. Also poems (Gedichte)
come to us, but “Not without wings is one willing/able to grab to the nearest, right away.”
Where i was, large falcons (?) cried out of joy, holding each other with their claws, every time
the thunder rumbled. Heidegger said that also the “other side”, to which those coming from
far, from the Indus, the Alphaeus, attempt to arrive (”Here do we want to build”), lies much
nearer again than we can imagine at first: the eagle, the old one, more experienced, surpasses
the Alps, and cries out of joy when seeing the land. The Rhine is blocked right at the beginning
of its royal way to the East by high Alps, and leaves for Germany.
“Und es sprudelt Wein im kärglichen Nord” (Der Wanderer)
Rene
and how was your day?
