So! Without you - pursued by the kindness of the people here and there, whom I mean - to desire to earn just as little as they earn - humility of man towards men - it pains me - and when I regard myself in connection with the Universe, what I am, and what he is - whom one calls the greatest - and yet - there lies herein again the godlike of man. You suffer - oh! Where I am, you are with me, with me and you, I shall arrange that I may live with you. Mondays - Thursdays - the only days, when the post goes from here to K. Just now I perceive that letters must be posted first thing early. The rest the gods must send, what must be for us and shall. Brighten up - remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you. My bosom is full, to tell you much - there are moments when I find that speech is nothing at all.
We shall probably soon meet, even today I cannot communicate my remarks to you, which during these days I made about my life - were our hearts close together, I should probably not make any such remarks. Love demands everything and is quite right, so it is for me with you, for you with me - only you forget so easily, that I must live for you and for me - were we quite united, you would notice this painful feeling as little as I should. What abominable waste of time in such things - why this deep grief, where necessity speaks?Ĭan our love persist otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything? Canst thou change it, that thou are not entirely mine, I not entirely thine? Oh, God, look into beautiful Nature and compose your mind to the inevitable. My angel, my all, my own self - only a few words today, and that too with pencil (with yours) - only till tomorrow is my lodging definitely fixed.
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