Feeling melancholy. Time to listen to the German Requiem by Brahms although I suspect it won’t help.
Ihr habt nun Traurigkeit;
aber ich will euch wiedersehen,
und euer Herz soll sich freuen,
und eure Freude soll niemand von euch nehmen.
Ich will euch trösten,
wie einen seine Mutter tröstet.
Sehet mich an: Ich habe eine kleine Zeit
Mühe und Arbeit gehabt
und habe großen Trost gefunden.
Maybe a seasonal thing.
#Life
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Found this nice essay via @clacke:
We melancholics know that humans – ourselves foremost among them – are beyond redemption. … We know that this world is, for the most part, hellish and heartbreakingly vicious. We know that our minds are full of demons that will not leave us alone for long. Nevertheless, we are committed to not slipping into despondency. We remain deeply interested in kindness, in friendship, in art, in family life – and in spending some very quiet local afternoons gardening. – What Voltaire Meant by ‘One Must Cultivate One’s Own Garden’
What Voltaire Meant by ‘One Must Cultivate One’s Own Garden’
– Alex 2021-07-20 08:24 UTC