“You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never
Rises from the soul, and sways
The heart of every single hearer,
With deepest power, in simple ways.
You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,
Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,
Blowing on a miserable fire,
Made from your heap of dying ash.
Let apes and children praise your art,
If their admiration’s to your taste,
But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,
Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
*Happy Birthday to Her who Speaks from Her Heart! She took me on a great little trip to the town of Staufen, in the southwest Germany close to the Black Forest, where Faust presumably died around 1540. This building depicts his miserable death when Mephistopheles comes to claim his soul after his 24 year Pact with the Devil expires. Faust sold his soul in return for worldly knowledge and power. Mysterious cracks first appeared in buildings in Staufen about 500 years ago, when it is believed Mephisto was gone into the ground. Today, this historical town is facing one of its biggest challenges, it is slowly sinking into the ground and the city is struggling to literally “hold it together”.