Suffering was it, and impotence⁠—that created all backworlds; and the short madness of happiness, which only the greatest sufferer experienceth.

Weariness, which seeketh to get to the ultimate with one leap, with a death-leap; a poor ignorant weariness, unwilling even to will any longer: that created all Gods and backworlds.

Believe me, my brethren! It was the body which despaired of the body⁠—it groped with the fingers of the infatuated spirit at the ultimate walls.

Believe me, my brethren! It was the body which despaired of the earth⁠—it heard the bowels of existence speaking unto it.

And then it sought to get through the ultimate walls with its head⁠—and not with its head only⁠—into “the other world.”