The reason that you have not developed your inner world
is that only the outside world seems real to you.
Yet it is only a reflection.
He who does not die
before his time of death,
destroys himself when death comes.
Wish for a Monument
When I am dead and gone, my dear,
make a sugarloaf of me
and set it in the wide, salt sea.
so in the depths, where it shall sink,
a hundred startled fishes think
it's sweet fresh water that they drink,
then caught in Hamburg or in Bremen
and gone to nourish men and women,
I'll come among my kind again.
Whereas, if I were made of granite,
I'd only serve as an excuse
for pigeons and dyspeptic critics
to rain on me their foul abuse.
Christian Morgensten (1871-1914)
Spirit - Self