Life, Love, and Everything In Between

A young lad falls in love with a princess, the content of his whole life lies in this love, and yet the relationship is one that cannot possibly be brought to fuition, be translated from ideality into reality. The slaves of misery, the frogs in life's swamp, natually exclaim: 'Such love is foolishness; the rich brewer's widow is just as good an sound a match' Let them croak away undisturbed in the swamp. This is not the manner of the knoght of infinite resignation, he does not renounce the love, not for all the glory in the world. His is notrifler. He first makes sure that this really is the content of his life, and his soul is too healthy and proud to squander the least thing on getting drunk. He is no cowardly, he is not afraid to let his love steal in upon his most secret, most hidden thoughts, to let it twineitself in countless coils around every ligament of his conscious-ness - if the love becomes unhappy he will never be able to wrench himself out of it. He feels a blissful rapture when he lets it tingle through every nerve, and yet his soul is as solemn as his who has emptied the cup of poison and feels the juice penetrate to every drop of blood - for this moment is life and death. Having imbibed all the love and absorbed himself in it, he does not lack the courage to attempt and ristk everything. He reflects over his life's circumstances, he summons the swift thoughts that like trained doves obey his every signal, he waves his rod over them, aand they rush off in all directions. But now when they all return as messengers of sorrow and explain to him that it is an impossibility, he becomes quiet, he dismisses them, he remains alone, and he performs the movement. If what i say here has any meaning the movement must take place properly. for the knight will then, in the first place have the strength to concentrate the whole of his life's content and the meaning of reality in a single wish. If a person lacks this concentration, this focus, his soul is disintegrated from the start, and then he will never come to make the movement, he will act prudentlly in life like those capitalists who invest their capital in every kind of security so as to gain on the one what they lose on the other - in short, he is not a knight. Secondly, the knight will have the strenght to concentrate the whole of the result of his reflection into one act of consciousness, If he lacks this focus his sould is disintegrated from the start and he will then never have time to make the movement, he will be forever running errands in life, never enter the eternal; for at the very moment he is almost there he will suddenly discover that he has forgotten something and must sturn back. The nest moment he will think it possible, and that is also quite correct; but through such considerations one never comes to make the movement; rather with their help one sinks ever deeper into the mire.

Sheer brilliance, this is how i wish to live, i want to learn the movements of infinity, to be a knight of faith...