” And here again do I touch on my problem, on our problem, my unknown friends (for as yet I know of no friends): what sense has our whole being, if it does not mean that in our own selves that will for truth has come to its own consciousness as a problem ?⁠⸺⁠By reason of this attainment of self-consciousness on the part of the will for truth, morality from henceforward⁠—there is no doubt about it⁠—goes to pieces : this is that great hundred-act play that is reserved for the next two centuries of Europe, the most terrible, the most mysterious, and perhaps also the most hopeful of all plays.