Of course, I am aware that someone who writes, and who writes like me, exposes himself to ridicule and to the suspicion that he is suffering from religious delusions. It's even worse, I have religious delusions, only – I don't suffer from them. To my apologies, Plato should speak, from the detailed dialogue "Phaidros" about the soul, madness and sobriety:
"I have so much and more to tell you about the noble deeds of a madness coming from gods. Therefore, we do not want to be afraid of this, nor should a certain speech confuse us, which wants to amaze us with the assertion that one must prefer the prudent friend to the God-moved ...“ (Heidelberg 1982, p. 434.)
"But we have divided the divinely caused madness into four parts according to four gods, by appropriating the divinatory inspiration to Apollo, but to Dionysus those concerning the consecrations, and also to the muses the poetic, but the fourth to Aphrodite and to Eros; then we said that the erotic madness was the best, and, comparing the erotic state I don't know what, perhaps touching something true, but possibly also misguided in another direction, we prepared a completely unconvincing speech and played a mythical hymn with decency and in a pious way ...“
(ibid.: PP. 462.)
So I want to continue in the partly calm, partly insane talk about the stars, for the sake of the many who have something similar dawning in their souls like me, but who have not had time nor obsession to the full extent, to study twenty-five years in secure poverty, which my wife was willing to do with me.
This day, May 8, 1945, requires no comment, only watching. A great day of success.
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