But before, as I watched the twilight, I suddenly thought of this sentence again, I even think so, I said it to myself: "You know, do not you, what that means; eternity!“ I lay on my raft, a pillow behind her neck and watched the approaching dusk. The sun was already at forest level, giving the clouds that peachy hue, yellowish fading at the edges, while the sky gradually faded to light blue. In each of my oblong windows, which at that moment reminded me of the oval eyes of a crypt, the details kept shifting. The wind was never still, so there was this constant dance of tentacles. wrists, that came out from the midst of the crowns, as if hung with innumerable rattles. At one point, the trees seemed to be scattered and disheveled, then again like a closed gentle rocking. The summer green changed from light to dark, from glare to matte. But all these changes came from the conditions of the light, of the clouds and the sky. I thought, that this, what i see now, is the same, as the, what i see tomorrow, same as, what i saw yesterday, is the same, like what i see in a week, if i'm still there, and, probably, I will never have another image in my mind, than just this row of trees against the background of just this meadow with just these sheep, on the background just these pieces of heaven
And I asked myself, if there is a day, where this scenery no longer exists, the stone and the hills, the river and the vegetation. I mean, considering, that all this was already there with the Celts and Romans: what a rich contemporary witness could nature be? I mean, compared to that, what a single person can save, during his short time on earth. Both the Romans and Jeanne may have walked the Reichenbach Forest, they have seen the same nature, although there are a thousand years between them. But did they feel about the same when they saw it?!? Races! This forest has such incredibly ephemeral and melancholic witnesses in the tiny human beings, those with a deeply subjective view, the stone, the tree, impute the word eternity to the sheet, for example, I, because I'm lying in bed seriously ill, or for example Dolly, who dies of unrequited love in such a ridiculously short life, so long ago.
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