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Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.
— Johann Georg Hamann
philosopher, writer, lutenist, theologian, art historian
🔗 Read on Wikipedia1730 – 1788
Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.
Every phenomenon of nature was a word, — the sign, symbol and pledge of a new, mysterious, inexpressible but all the more intimate union, participation and community of divine energies and ideas. Everything the human being heard from the beginning, saw with its eyes, looked upon and touched with its hands was a living word; for God was the word.
The philosophers have always given truth a bill of divorce, by separating what nature has joined together and vice versa.
Without language we would have no reason, without reason no religion, and without these three essential aspects of our nature, neither mind nor bond of society.
Not only the entire ability to think rests on language... but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.
If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times. Reason is language — Logos; I gnaw on this marrowbone and will gnaw myself to death over it. It is still always dark over these depths for me: I am still always awaiting an apocalyptic angel with a key to this abyss.
Through a vicious circle of pure reason skepsis itself becomes dogma.
Few authors understand themselves, and a proper reader must not only understand his author but also be able to see beyond him.
Self knowledge begins with the neighbor, the mirror, and just the same with true self-love; that goes from the mirror to the matter.
Being, belief and reason are pure relations, which cannot be dealt with absolutely, and are not things but pure scholastic concepts, signs for understanding, not for worshipping, aids to awaken our attention, not to fetter it.
A thirsty ambition for truth and virtue, and a frenzy to conquer all lies and vices which are not recognized as such nor desire to be; herein consists the heroic spirit of the philosopher.
The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.
