The Rock

The soul is an abyss,
The crowd is a rock.

Give me then the dive into the bottomless pit,
Thence to draw power and the strength of spacious life …
But let me not drown in those waters where madness lies,
Let me not drown like Nietzsche, scorner of mobs …

No, risen again to the surface,
I will go set my feet upon the rock.
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