Novalis, Hymns to the Night:
“What heaven, what pleasure does your life offer which outweighs death’s delights? Doesn’t all that inspires us bear the color of the Night? It bears you mother-like, and you owe all your magnificence to her.”
two sets of Germans and they arrived within ten minutes of each other and both of them asked me the exact same question with the first minute and that was “how do we separate our garbage from recycling here”
