The Romantics
Peeting, reading (Bernhard), playing with a nonsense line on Schleiermacher. When I thumbed through my Kindle Library it was not-so-surprisingly bare re S. I did find a slender sampling of the German Romantics, however, and I latched on to this bit (gleaned from the little I read on an essay about them, written by _________________), which became my mantra for the morning's walk:
And reality is not as transparent as the Enlightenment assumed it to be; existence divided by reason leaves a remainder, as Goethe had put it.
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