This however is my teaching: he who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:⁠—one doth not fly into flying!

With rope-ladders learned I to reach many a window, with nimble legs did I climb high masts: to sit on high masts of perception seemed to me no small bliss;⁠—

—To flicker like small flames on high masts: a small light, certainly, but a great comfort to castaway sailors and shipwrecked ones!

By divers ways and wendings did I arrive at my truth; not by one ladder did I mount to the height where mine eye roveth into my remoteness.

And unwillingly only did I ask my way⁠—that was always counter to my taste! Rather did I question and test the ways themselves.