And so man outgrows everything that once enclosed and embraced him.
He does not need to burst the fetters; unawares, at a god’s bidding, they
fall away. Where then is the ring that finally clasps him round? Is it the
world? Is it God?
— Nietzsche, autobiographical sketch, 1863
I think of myself as the scrawl which an unknown power scribbles across a
sheet of paper, to try out a new pen.
— letter to Peter Gast, 1881
