Faustian Metaphistopheles
This one is for the 47.5%, thanks...
"Dear friend, all theory is grey… And green the golden tree of life.
Everything transitory is but an image…
You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.
Two souls live in me, alas… Irreconcilable with one another…
Oh my, but art is long and our life is fleeting.
So…
When I leave here, let come what must. What do I care about it now, if hereafter men hate or love, or if in those other spheres there be an Above or a Below?"
FAUST - Johanne Wolfgang von Goethe
