Manly Prudence
Not the height, it is the declivity that is terrible!
The declivity, where the gaze shooteth downwards , and the hand graspeth upwards . There doth the heart become giddy through its double will.
Ah, friends, do ye divine also my heart’s double will?
This, this is my declivity and my danger, that my gaze shooteth towards the summit, and my hand would fain clutch and lean—on the depth!
To man clingeth my will; with chains do I bind myself to man, because I am pulled upwards to the Superman: for thither doth mine other will tend.