a haunting painting by romantic german painter caspar david. what to look for here?
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude.-- Wordsworth
we seek everywhere the limitless and find only limits.
life is the beginning of death. life exists for the sake of death. death is simultaneously ending and beginning, division and closer bonding. through death, reduction is completed.-- Novalis
I see them all so excellently fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
O Lady! we receive but what we give,
and in our life alone does Nature lives.-- Coleridge