Faust, Part One

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A hand that holds a broom on Saturday Makes better love the rest of the weekend!

lol

The very thing one needs one does not know, And what one knows is needless information.

In life we are always searching

In me there are two souls, alas, and their Division tears my life in two. One loves the world, it clutches her, it binds Itself to her, clinging with furious lust; The other longs to soar beyond the dust Into the realm of high ancestral minds.

MAterial vs Energy. World vs Word. Feminine Vs Masculine. These represent the pairing opposites to which man and the world subscribe.

Now I have left the fields and hills Where now the night’s dark veil is spread; Night wakes our better part, and fills 1180 Our prescient soul with holy dread. The active turmoil leaves my mind, All wilder passions sleep and cease; Now I am moved to love mankind, To love God too, and am at peace.*

Faust must be night owl. Similar to how i feel

Devils and spirits have a law, as you 1410 may know: They must use the same route to come and go. We enter as we please; leaving, we have no choice.

Evil must exit in the same manner it arrived. Perhaps meaning it cannot transcend as good deeds can

time is short, and art is long.

My friend, all theory is grey, and green The golden tree of life.

My sweet beloved child, don’t misconceive My meaning! Who dare say God’s name? Who dares to claim That he believes in God? And whose heart is so dead That he has ever boldly said: No, I do not believe? Embracing all things, Holding all things in being, Does He not hold and keep 3440 You, me, even Himself? Is not the heavens’ great vault up there on high, And here below, does not the earth stand fast? Do everlasting stars, gleaming with love, Not rise above us through the sky? Are we not here and gazing eye to eye? Does all this not besiege Your mind and heart, And weave in unseen visibility All round you its eternal mystery? 3450 Oh, fill your heart right up with all of this, And when you’re brimming over with the bliss Of such a feeling, call it what you like! Call it joy, or your heart, or love, or God! I have no name for it. The feeling’s all there is:* The name’s mere noise and smoke—what does it do But cloud the heavenly radiance?

You cant trap God in a name except in name only. Our emotions felt in Him are closer to God than anh reasoning we deduce of His existence