observation

Of no account at all
how you look.
But what you have seen
and what you reveal does count.
(...)
But one who observes only himself
gains no knowledge of Men.
From himself he hides too much of himself.
(...)
Observe each one you set eyes upon.
Observe strangers as if they were familiar
and those whom you know as if they were strangers.

To observe you must learn to compare.
To be able to compare
you must have observed already.
From observation comes knowledge.
But knowledge is needed to observe.
(...)

All this watch closely. Then in you mind's eye
from all the struggles waged
make pictures
unfolding and growing like movements in history.
Extraído de um dos poemas da série «Geidichte aus dem Messingkauf» de Bertolt Brech.

*kisses*

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