Second Lecture

“Time,” says Fichte - he means all the people of the time who cannot imagine that something new can arise from the old - “time appears to me like a shadow that stands over its corpse, from which an army of of diseases has just driven out, stands and laments and cannot tear his gaze away from the once-so-beloved shell and desperately tries every means to get back into the dwelling of the plagues. The invigorating breezes of the other world, into which the deceased has entered, have already taken her in and surround her with a warm, loving breath. Secret voices of the sisters (by which he means the other spiritual beings that surround us) already greet her and welcome her, and she is already stirring and expands within her in all directions, in order to develop the more glorious form into which she is to grow; but she has no feeling for these airs or hearing for these voices, or if she had, she is overcome with pain at her loss, with which she believes she has lost herself at the same time.