I was walking along the streets of Dresden, and found a bookshop. Dropping in, I wanted to by a Reclam.
The yellow cover and its small size has always been an attraction to me since my teens. The gems of German culture are represented in its pages. Browsing through, I chose "Der Ursprung des Kunstwerkes" (The origin of art) by Martin Heidegger.
To imagine that long years of endeavors by an intellect are purified and compressed in books, paintings, and architectures, and other forms of expression is quite exciting. One wants to keep learning, thinking, and then letting out, very hard and strenuous, for ever and ever, as long as life on this earth lingers on.
There was a golden angel on one of the roofs in Dresden. Its throbbing beauty seemed to direct me to futures unlimited.