Existence – Being Awake – Dreams – Rapture.
When the poet returns to dear mother-earth, his homeland, having roamed long enough in the boundless realm of his imagination, he strikes up the joyous song:Greetings! I lay my eyes on you again Earth, my maternal land! F.G. Klopstock, Messias in Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock Werke und Briefe Historisch-Kritische Ausgabe Bd. IV.1, ed. Elisabeth Höpker-Herberg (Berlin: De Gruyter, 1974); Dritter Gesang, verses 1–2 (p. 45).From a similar journey, from the land of possibility and of ideas, we come back to this actual life where we believe ourselves to be more at home. We could strike up a similar song and continue on our way with a confident spirit had not the skeptic dug up most of the path right here and set most of his traps. Right here, then, we will have to be most careful, setting not one foot before the other until we have assessed the ground.