Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, Caspar David Friedrich (1774 - 1840)
I want this moment. Back then people did not contemplate their lives in relation with others. What they saw beyond their eyes, what they felt beyond their emotions were eccentric and egotistic to their own nature and experiences. Their memories try to relate with their soul as much as possible and I can't even imagine how passionately peaceful or lonely or gruesome it must feel. In our days now, we become knowledgeable of other potential experiences from other people, from foreign places, from various possibilities and we try with the best of our imagination to put ourselves in such situations and we eventually feel some kind of unknown goodness inside; as if we can imagine how it must feel. I'm not sure if that's a good thing, maybe it's relative to the subject involved. But I want this moment.