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What do I know about God and the purpose of life?
I know that this world exists.
That I am placed in it like my eye in its visual field.
That something about it is problematic, which we call its meaning.
This meaning does not lie in it but outside of it.
That life is the world.
That my will penetrates the world.
That my will is good or evil.
Therefore that good and evil are somehow connected with the meaning of the world.
The meaning of life, I. E. the meaning of the world, we can call God.
And connect with this the comparison of God to a father.
To pray is to think about the meaning of life.
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    I had once a beautiful fatherland.
    The oak tree
    Grew so high there, violets nodded softly.
    It was a dream.
    It kissed me in German and spoke in German
    (You would hardly believe
    How good it sounded) the words: "I love you!"
    It was a dream.
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      In placid hours well-pleased we dream
      Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
      But form to lend, pulsed life create,
      What unlike things must meet and mate:
      a flame to melt, a wind to freeze;
      Sad patience, joyous energies;
      Humility, yet pride and scorn;
      Instinct and study; love and hate;
      Audacity, reverence. These must mate,
      And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
      To wrestle with the angel, Art.
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