The his life, his struggles, his pain and will go again, the last before the eyes of our spirit.
And now, at this grave moment that shakes the soul in the deep, when we get rid of everything that confuses us daily and we debase, a terribly severe voice touches our heart, a voice that we are not usually able capture nell'assordante din of the day: "And now? What is life? And this death?".
He scans the crowd of the apparitions and lost the pure mentality of childhood and the profound determination that only love can give.
doubts.
of self, of God
The world and life for him to become confused ghosts.
Nausea for everything that exists and that becomes the captures striking him with an iron fist and screaming at him to despair.
reached by the end of every living thing.
The senses are not.
In a silence filled with horror we feel, far, far away, like a nightingale's voice, as a last tremulous echo of earthly life.
And here: there is no trial, no sinners, nor right, neither large nor small, there is no penalty and no reward! A powerful feeling of love pervades us with a knowledge and a blessed existence.
"resurrect, it will rise."
Klopstock.
[Auferstehun]
hymn adapted from Gustav Mahler's Second Symphony for .
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