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Hunting of life

Adi Holzer - Source: Wikipedia

There once was a hunter who went to the forest in a barren wilderness to hunt there. Since he was a beast on the track, but when he finally discovered this, he wished it to have never seen, because it was a powerful Unicorn, which turned against him. He hastily turned to flee, and always haunted him the unicorn, until he came to a steep rock wall, the steep hillside bathed deep below the waves of a dark lake. In the lake floated a huge dragon, which tore open the throat, yawning, and suddenly slipped out of the hunter and had just fallen down into the lake and in the dragons throat unless he sprang to a crevice of a rock shrub would be held. Now the hunter was able todängstliche. Up there, stood like a sentinel, the terrible Einhorn, down there in wait for his overthrow of the dreadful sea monster Down. In this distress was his fear and pain but still more, because with Suddenly he saw two mice, one white mouse and a black mouse, which began at the roots of the tree to gnaw, and the hunter could not, they hinwegzuscheuchen because he had to stop with both hands. He must be expecting any moment that the roots of the shrub that would no longer hold. Above him stood a tree that dripped down from the sweet honey, and only too glad to have the hunters become the tree, because he meant to be done all pain, and over the tree, he forgot all his impending danger. three times we do not know whether he succeeded in his agony to be saved, or whether the mice of the shrub roots throughout gnawed.

The old poet is the tale her an allegorical interpretation, saying: The hunter is the man, and the Unicorn, which is death, he meets before he thinks, and pursues him forever. The steep rock face is the earth, and the shrub is the feud, because man is only weak bands. The white and the black mouse, which gnaw at the root of life, day and night or the restless time, the toll on our lives. The dark sea is hell, and his dragon, the devil lurking out that if the man and throw in their throat. The honey tree but is the love life sweetening, which tends to the man and she hopes to gain between poverty and death, between anguish and pain, heedless of any danger, and with their achievement, he finds his earthly happiness. But Man must be careful every day, because the mice gnawing at the root of life to him, lest he fall into the lake of perdition.

Ludwig Bechstein