German for “nature is weird wtf”

We saw so many people just taking pictures and posing, taking selfies and looking into their camera instead of taking the time to just look at this stunning landscape and I can only urge anyone who goes to places like this: you think this is a beautiful picture? Then you can’t imagine how it feels like to be actually facing these mountains, there are no words to explain that feeling. Most of the time the world is silent, but sometimes it might call out to you, you only need to listen and pay attention. But should you catch this quiet call it will be much more rewarding than any perfect looking picture for social media because a picture shows what you saw, but not what you felt. Go take that picture, but then take the time to just feel.

Ja, was ist nun wirklich? Ist es die Nichtrealität der Welt, diese fürchterlich unintuitive Vorstellung, entgegen aller unserer Sinneswahrnehmungen? Aber ist diese Ansicht wirklich so verworren und abstrus, wie sie zunächst scheint? Zumindest liefern andere Erklärungen bei genauerem Hinsehen nicht weniger Probleme. Mir scheint persönlich noch am Festhalten an dieser äußeren Welt gelegen zu sein, doch vielleicht ist dies auch nur eine Inkonsequenz meinerseits. Vermutlich ist dies aber auch gar nicht irgendeiner Inkonsequenz geschuldet, sondern liegt in der Natur der Sache, wortwörtlich. Die Welt ist ein aberwitziges Modell. Was ist wirklich? Unser Bewusstsein, dies ist die einzige genaue Antwort, die ich geben kann.

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Neben der Wellengleichung die von ihm gewünschte Grabinschrift

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” - Henry David Thoreau, Walden. Or Life in the Woods