More than half a year ago I first heard about you, Der Tempel Salomonis. To be honest at the beginning I was very skeptical to meet you, could I actually become friends with such an old geezer? First, I just knew some facts about you, where you were born, who wrote you. But when I found out that you speak Hebrew, Greek, Latin and German, I actually started to gain interest.
Some weeks later I had the honor to meet you in person in a library next to a beautiful made monastery in Einsiedeln. There, I guess, was the time when we started to build up our friendship. I was so impressed of your pages which where 100 of years old, of your ornate writing and your yellowed illustrations. Not only that, also all your friends who were silent waiting in the shelves to get picked left an impact on me. Wish I could have spent some more time in that library just sneaking around, looking at some other books and not having the feeling of being in a rush.
After we met I tried to find some brothers and sisters of you, translations, abridgments, reeditions or reprints. But had to determine that you’re pretty unique.
Therefore, I spend some time to look closer to your inner self. How you’re composed and organized, what kind of illustrations accompany your text or what kind of reading and use does the organization of your text and images suggest. While doing some research I even found out that parts of you are now available on the internet. After analyzing you I got more and more the feeling of knowing you better and better.
The last step to actually become friends with you was to meet your surroundings, your friends. I had the honor to meet other old books who had common interests, thoughts and opinions as you, which made me expand my horizon.
The moment I knew you’re meant to be my friend, was when I realized I was standing just some months ago exactly where you were standing 3000 years ago. Unfortunately, I realized that not till I already left Jerusalem.
But I’m sure we will see each other again one day.
Until then I hope you will speak to someone else, when you get picked out of your shelf.
All the best,