When we enter this world, it is terribly raw and brutal and repugnant and of divine beauty. This is nature: cold as stone and splendid as the finest love. And I say to myself: This continues after death. This is still nature and things can happen which would make you aghast. For example, take a man who starts off as a young lad with very tender stirrings of the heart, but what has become of him after thirty or forty years? And Gott-fried Keller said the same of young girls, how innocent they looked and what then becomes of them later! One could say: They become this nature, they grow into it and become these devils that they precisely are also in eternal nature. And then the dead come into a different nature. They are born into it through death and assume the color and pitch of that nature. For “there” is also some sort of nature, it too is somehow of God.