The enjoyment of nature is an art depending
so much on one’s mood and personality, and like all art, it is difficult to
explain its technique. Everything must
be spontaneous from an artistic temperament.
He who understands will know how to enjoy nature without being
told. They say that what is allowable
and what is not allowable or what is good and what is bad taste in the art of
love between husband and wife in the intimacy of their bedroom is not something
that can be prescribed by rules. The
same thing is true of that art of enjoying nature.
Autobiographies of journalists and
statement are usually full of reminiscences of past events, while the
autobiographies of literary men should mainly concern themselves with
reminiscences of a happy night or a visit with some of their friends to some
valley.
No one should aim at writing immortal
poetry. One should learn the writing of
poems merely as a way to record a meaningful moment, a personal mood, or to
help the enjoyment of nature.
A man’s life lasts only a hundred years and
of this hundred sleep and dream occupy one half, days of illness and sorrow
occupy one half and the days of swaddling clothes and senile age again occupy
one half. What we have got left is only a tenth or fifth part. Besides, we who
are made of the stuff of willows can hardly expect to live a hundred years.
True it is that when the cup of happiness
over flows, disaster follows, as the saying goes and this was also an omen that
we should not be able to live together until old age.
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