BrainBulb

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent, because the crowd will mock it right away. I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love within your nights, where you were begotten, where you have begotten, a strange feeling comes over you, when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught in their obsession with darkness, and a desire for higher love sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter. Now, arriving in faith, flying, and finally, insane you become for the light, you are the butterfly and you are gone. And so long as you haven’t experienced this: to die so to grow, you are only a troubled guest on this dark earth.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe