I believe in the world like a marigold,
Because I see him. But I don't think about him
Because thinking is not understanding…
The world was not made to think of him
(To think is to be sick of the eyes)
But to look at it and agree…
I have no philosophy: I have senses…
If I talk about nature, it's not because you know what it is,
But because I love her, and I love her for it,
Because those who love never know what they love
You don't know why you love, nor what it is to love…
🎨by Leopold Schmutzler
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