It is a real shock to come into contact with the pages of Jakob Boehme. The first impulse is to ask: how is this possible? The mystical universe that permeates his lines seems unthinkable, inconceivable, imperceptible to the average human being. Where does such ingenious imagination come from? Whence is this conception of life that brings the banality of the concrete to its knees, making what the eyes can see ridiculous? The notion of the ultimate meaning, the vision of paths, the philosophy that implies a conduct… all these manifestations of a luminous and respectable spirit, of which I refuse to make a value judgment. But what is most astonishing, what paralyzes the mind and throws the brain into perplexity, is to be aware, at every page, that the author of the lines was a shoemaker!
The Pages of Jakob Boehme
