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Out into remote futures, not yet seen by any dream ; into hotter souths than artists ever dreamt ; thither where Gods dancing are ashamed of all clothing ;
(So I say to use a simile, and poet-like halt and stammer. And, verily, I am ashamed that I still need to be a poet ! )
Where all becoming seemed unto me to be a dance of Gods and a wantoning of Gods, and the world to be left loose and wantonly flying back unto itself,
As an eternal fleeing of many Gods from themselves and seeking themselves again ; as the blessed self-con- tradicting, hearing themselves again, and belonging unto themselves once more of many Gods ;
Where all time seemed unto me a blissful scorn for moments ; where necessity was freedom itself, playing blessedly with the sting of freedom ;
Where I found again mine old devil and arch-fiend, the spirit of gravity, and all created by it : compulsion, institutions, exigency and consequence and purpose and will and good and evil ;
(For must there not be things over which, across which there can be dancing ? Must there not exist moles and heavy dwarfs, for the sake of the light, the lightest ?)
��There also I picked up from the way the word ' beyond-man,' and the concept that man is a some- thing which must be surpassed,
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