Pretty soon early mornings will get really really cold and unpleasant for painting, so I am going to take advantage of this weather as much as I can. This morning, I was captivated by the delicate shape of the crescent moon.
And here is a beautiful poem by Friedrich Hölderlin. I came across this poem while watching YouTube lectures on philosophy. In it, the poet says: "Once I lived like the gods, and more is not needed" - arguing that in life, quality trumps quantity. Regardless of how much you agree, it is beautifully written.
"To the Parcae"
A single summer grant me, great powers, and
a single autumn for fully ripened song
that, sated with the sweetness of my
playing, my heart may more willingly die.
The soul that, living, did not attain its divine
right cannot repose in the nether world.
But once what I am bent on, what is
holy, my poetry, is accomplished:
Be welcome then, stillness of the shadows’ world!
I shall be satisfied though my lyre will not
accompany me down there. Once I
lived like the gods, and more is not needed.”
― Friedrich Hölderlin