Translations:Benutzer:Arian/Klett-Mini-Test/300/en

The wandering monk, bearing the Christ impulse in his purified soul. One sees him perhaps pausing at a spring — an ancient, sacred, pagan site; he clears a small opening in the darkness of the forest and carpenters himself roughly a chapel, whose inner space shelters the altar. One sees how people step forth from the forest and receive instruction that they experience as a spiritual nourishment for their I, that awakens in them the I-will to work, that makes them helpers of the one — the monk. They begin, together with him, to clear the forest further, to drain the nearby marsh, and to cultivate on the now sun-brightened clearing plants from seeds that they receive as a foreign cultural gift from the hands of the monk. One sees how presently the timber-built chapel gives way to a Romanesque stone structure that shelters itself protectively behind its defiant, massive masonry and its narrow window-openings against the still unquieted forces of nature all around. And at last one becomes aware that around this consecrated and name-baptised midpoint farmsteads and craft workshops arise. The village is born — with the chapel or church at its centre and the village land as its periphery.