I feel at last my life's reality Which, severed from the world's existence, Would in itself obliterate itself, And building only on its own foundation, Would in itself bring death upon itself.
by Ruth and Hans Pusch
So fühl ich erst mein Sein, Das fern vom Welten-Dasein In sich, sich selbst erlöschen Und bauend nur auf eignem Grunde In sich, sich selbst ertöten müsste.
The Year Participated translation
by Owen Barfield
So now for the first time I taste my very Being; Self-grounded, self-constructed, self-enclosed self would have atrophied; far from the Presence of the World removed its destiny had been but suicide.
(provided with the kind permission of the Rudolf Steiner Press)