A won­der­ful sere­ni­ty has taken pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet mor­nings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was crea­ted for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absor­bed in the exqui­site sense of mere tran­quil exis­tence, that I neglect my talents. I should be inca­pable of dra­wing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a grea­ter artist than now.

When, while the lovely valley teems with

vapour around me, and the meri­dian sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impe­ne­trable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tua­ry, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the tri­ck­ling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thou­sand unk­nown plants are noti­ced by me: when I hear the buzz of the lit­tle world among the stalks, and grow fami­liar with the count­less indes­cri­bable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the pre­sence of the Almigh­ty, who for­med us in his own image, and the breath of that uni­ver­sal love which bears and sus­tains us, as it floats around us in an eter­ni­ty of blist.

I sink under the weight of the splen­dour of these visions!A won­der­ful sere­ni­ty has taken pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet mor­nings of spring which

I sink under the weight of the splen­dour of these visions!A won­der­ful sere­ni­ty has taken pos­ses­sion of my entire soul, like these sweet mor­nings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of exis­tence in this spot, which was crea­ted for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so hap­py, my dear friend, so absor­bed in the exquis

I throw myself down among the tall grass

I should be inca­pable of dra­wing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a grea­ter artist than now. When, while the love­ly val­ley teems with vapour around me, and the meri­dian sun strikes the upper sur­face of the impe­ne­trable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanc­tua­ry, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the tri­ck­ling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thou­sand unk­nown plants are noti­ced by me: when I hear the buzz of the lit­tle world among the stalks, and grow fami­liar with the count­less indes­cri­bable forms of the insects and

Text, that where it came from it

Far far away, behind the word moun­tains, far from the coun­tries Voka­lia and Conso­nan­tia, there live the blind texts. Sepa­ra­ted they live in Book­marks­grove right at the coast of the Seman­tics, a large lan­guage ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and sup­plies it with the neces­sa­ry rege­lia­lia. It is a para­di­se­ma­tic coun­try, in which roas­ted parts of sen­tences fly into your mouth. Even the all-power­ful Poin­ting has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unor­tho­gra­phic life One day howe­ver a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum deci­ded to leave for the far World of Gram­mar. The Big Oxmox advi­sed her not to do so, because there were thou­sands of bad Com­mas, wild Ques­tion Marks and devious Semi­ko­li, but the Lit­tl

• Far far away, behind the word moun­tain
• When she rea­ched the first hil­ls
• A small river named Duden flows
• A small river named Duden flows by their plat.
• Far far away, behind the word moun­tain

Copy Wri­ters ambu­shed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and drag­ged her into their agen­cy, where they abu­sed her for their pro­jects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewrit­ten, then they are still using her.Far far away, behind the word moun­tains, far from the coun­tries Voka­lia and Conso­nan­tia, there live the blind texts. Sepa­ra­ted they live in Book­marks­grove right at the coast of the Seman­tics, a large lan­guage ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their plate.