everyone is
catering to everyone else,
losing their own needs,
leaving nobody's fulfilled
from the civic centers,
from the church,
and from the den,
come golden shower edicts
but justice and truth
hail from infinite mothers
tradition is a dirty word
a black, obscuring, deafening eye
a girl sauntered in a sea of sprinters,
but the mob ate her whole:
i lost sight of her
and so did she.
i, i, i
- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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