You too wanted better things, but love <br />forces all of us down. Sorrow bends us more <br />forcefully, but the arc doesn't return to its <br />point of origin without a reason. <br /> <br /> <br />Upwards or downwards! In holy Night, <br />where mute Nature plans the coming days, <br />doesn't there reign in the most twisted Orcus <br />something straight and direct? <br /> <br /> <br />This I have learned. Never to my knowledge <br />did you, all-preserving gods, like mortal <br />masters, lead me providentially <br />along a straight path. <br /> <br /> <br />The gods say that man should test <br />everything, and that strongly nourished <br />he be thankful for everything, and understand <br />the freedom to set forth wherever he will.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-course-of-life/
