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our eye searchingly over the wood-grown
mountain-side, which slopes so far, far forward;
but not a trace of a house is to be seen: nowhere
does that blueish smoke-cloud rise, that
shows us, here are fellow-men.
The sun shines warm; the flies dance around
the horses, settle on them, fly off again, and
dance, as though it were to qualify themselves
for resting and being still. They perhaps
think: "Nothing is going on without us:
there is no life while we are doing nothing."
They think, as many persons think, and do not
remember that Time’s horses always fly onward
with us!
How solitary it is here! – so delightfully
solitary! one is so entirely alone with God and
one’s self. As the sunlight streams forth over
the earth, and over the extensive solitary forests,
so does God’s spirit stream over and into
mankind; ideas and thoughts unfold themselves
– endless, inexhaustible, as he is – as the
magnet which apportions its powers to the
steel, and itself loses nothing thereby. As our
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