But beyond the frontier of the visible Otto Lilienthal's craft still glides on. He elevates the horizon so that in the image he might place the characters of all he foresees. In the caverns of the human soul he builds cone-shaped nuts, actually, little nests of synthesized moral climate. It is insignificant that he hides in the interior of Holland, When the world is ruled by his dreams - every new image is another sermon of his. They have no perspective, because he rearranges the characters as if on a stage.
Every move multiplies the number of mysteries, staffing the world into an eccumenical egg.
Thus he overcomes the narrow mindedness of his rationalism, disfiguring people animals, life. Therefore, possibly, when he walks it seems as if he adds new passion to the original sin. They do not praise him, nor deny him, they are only horrified by his canvasses, by his dreams.