As tightly as the hand holds the stone. It holds so tight only to cast it off as far as it can. Yet even that distance the path with reach.


So fest wie die Hand den Stein hält. Sie hält ihn aber fest, nur um ihn desto weiter zu verwefen. Aber auch in jene Weite führt der Weg.

“So if you find nothing in the corridors open the doors, if you find nothing behind these doors there are more floors, and if you find nothing up there, don’t worry, just leap up another flight of stairs. As long as you don’t stop climbing, the stairs won’t end, under your climbing feet they will go on growing upwards.
Franz Kafka, “Advocates”