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Thus spake Zarathustra - Nietzsche

 Thus did my wise longing, born in the mountains, cry and laugh in me; a wild wisdom, verily - my great pinion-rustling longing!

And oft did it carry me off and up and away and in the midst of laughter; then flew I quivering like an arrow with sun-intoxicated rapture –

Out into distant futures, which no dream hath yet seen into warmer souths than ever sculptor conceived - where gods in their dancing are ashamed of all clothes:

Where all becoming seemed to me dancing of Gods, and wantoning of Gods, and the world unloosed and unbridled and fleeing back to itself –

As an eternal self-fleeing and re-seeking of one another of many Gods, as the blessed self-contradicting, recommuning, and refraternising with one another of many Gods –

Where all time seemed to me a blessed mockery of moments, where necessity was freedom itself, which played happily with the goad of freedom –

Where I also found again mine old devil and arch-enemy, the spirit of gravity, and all that it created: constraint, law, necessity and consequence and purpose and will and good and evil –

For must there not be that which is danced over, danced beyond?