Zurich – Funeral Service – Orator – What is cloudy becomes light, what was light becomes cloudy!

Prayer and Meditation

So everything pushes and drives past, imperceptibly it comes and blinks, wave after wave rises and sinks. What is cloudy becomes light, what was light becomes cloudy. You yourself appear as a stranger, and what once seemed sacred and great to you. You ask yourself and smile and almost mock it: how was it possible! how could you!

How could one have doubts and hesitations, it was so simple, so smooth and clear, how excited one could be about it. Because everything was taken for granted! But that, too, is already rushing by, you hardly notice how it sinks and runs away, how it softly fascinates to something else. As a new wave begins and rocks you to its height!

Funeral Service - Zurich

Believe me, my heart has not grown cold, it glows as hot as ever. And what you think is winter inside. Is only appearance, is painted snow. But what I feel in old love, I now close in the deepest sense. And don't carry it into the throng of eternally cold people any longer. I am like wine that has fermented: It no longer foams back and forth, but what it has lost on the outside, it has more in inner fire. Actually everything is soso, sad today, happy tomorrow. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter, Alas, there is not much beyond.

But my grandson, that much is correct, will be going to preschool next year. And in about a fortnight he'll be carrying a portfolio. I want to stick blotting paper in his notebook - Yes, I would like to experience that. Actually everything is nothing, today it holds and tomorrow it breaks. Everything dies away, the value of earthly things becomes very small. But no matter how depressed the wishing takes leave. It still sounds wrong, Yes, I would like to experience that.