Maximilian’s last Triumph
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Verkünder des Triumphs (Herold proclaiming the Triumph) Colorised Woodcut Der Triumphzug Kaiser Maximilians (1526, 1765) Artists : Burgkmaier/Höfer Source : Universitätsbibliothek Graz I am sitting at my kitchen window, looking out into the dark and humid fog in this late hour of New Year’s Eve of 2023, and musing about things in general, in particular, life and the meaning of it. It occurs to me that most of what I have accomplished during my years of existence is already slipping away into oblivion, like sand running through the narrows of the hourglass. What will be left of me when I am gone? What of all the work projects I have been so busy with all my life? The only people still vaguely remembering me are those of my own age, who will soon be gone as well as I will be. The others see an old totterer stumbling on the icy and sluicing sidewalks on his way to the coffee shop, maybe feeling sorry for his faibles, but having no idea about the man they just met. However, there