The Seven Seals.
(Or: the Yea- and Amen-Song.)
If a soothsayer I am and full of yon soothsayerish ghost, that wandereth on high an yoke atween two seas, -
atween foregone and futurous wandereth as grave a cloud, -
foe to sultry lows and all, that weary is and cannot starve nor live:
aready for the blitz in dark a bosom and the loosening beam of light for, gravid of blitzes that Yea! say, Yea! laugh, for soothsayerish beams of blitzes: -
- but seely is the also gravid! And, verily, long must as a grave weather hang at the mount, who once the light of the future shall tind! -
oh how should I not be ruttish aft Eternity and aft the high-timely Ring of Rings, the Ring of Come-Again!
N’er yet found I the wife, from whom I children wanted, be then this wife it, that I love: for I love thee, oh Eternity!
For I love thee, oh Eternity!
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Tags: Friedrich Nietzsche