Felt terrible yesterday.
Didn’t go to the pub sing,
didn’t listen to Michelle Obama’s speech.
Didn’t go to the pub sing,
didn’t listen to Michelle Obama’s speech.
Finally took a five-mile walk,
and in a little book hut near Ashland and Hamline,
I found The Essence of Christianity by Ludwig Feuerback—
tiny 7 ¾ x 4 ¾ volume in the Ungar Milestones of Thought series, ed. Waring and Strothmann;
based on the 1843 translation by George Eliot;
carefully lined and annotated in blue ink
by Cooey 1986
(penned on the inside cover).
and in a little book hut near Ashland and Hamline,
I found The Essence of Christianity by Ludwig Feuerback—
tiny 7 ¾ x 4 ¾ volume in the Ungar Milestones of Thought series, ed. Waring and Strothmann;
based on the 1843 translation by George Eliot;
carefully lined and annotated in blue ink
by Cooey 1986
(penned on the inside cover).
God is the greatest we can conceive—
the inmost nature of religion—
that which is highest for us, from which
we cannot turn away—
id quod nihil majus cogitari potest.
that which is highest for us, from which
we cannot turn away—
id quod nihil majus cogitari potest.
Existence is perfection, happiness, bliss.
From that to which we offer up
all that is precious, we cannot withhold
the bliss of existence.
From that to which we offer up
all that is precious, we cannot withhold
the bliss of existence.
