In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

"My World is Cold and Without Hope

(idea) by novalis (9.9 mon) (print)
Wed May 03 2000 at 20:56:12

You think you're depressed? Try this section from Hymns To The Night, by Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg (translated to English from the original German).

Aside I turn to the holy, unspeakable, mysterious Night. Afar lies the world -- sunk in a deep grave -- waste and lonely is its place. In the chords of the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to sink away in drops of dew, and mingle with the ashes. -- The distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams of childhood, the brief joys and vain hopes of a whole long life, arise in gray garments, like an evening vapor after the sunset. In other regions the light has pitched its joyous tents. What if it should never return to its children, who wait for it with the faith of innocence?

That dude was depressed. Now go back to your pathetic little life. At least your wife didn't die of tuberculosis like GPFFvH's did."

dancing mania (1374)----Northern Europeans religious fad in which people danced uncontrollably for hours. They formed circles in streets and churches and leaped, screamed, and rolled on the ground, often shouting that they were possessed by demons and begging said demons to stop tormenting them. Caused by nervous hysteria and/or the wearing of pointed shoes.

This has been your surreal post for the month/day/year.