Become Who You Are!

Epicurus Had Rage And Envy Of Plato's Superior Style.

The Moral Earth, Too, Is Round! The Moral Earth, Too, Has Its Antipodes! The Antipodes, Too, Have Their Right To Exist! There Is Still Another World To Be Discovered--and More Than One! Set Sail, You Philosophers!

Could Truth Perhaps Be A Woman Who Has Reasons For Not Permitting Her Reasons To Be Seen? Could Her Name Perhaps Be--to Speak Greek--baubo?... Oh, Those Greeks! They Understood How To Live: To Do That It Is Necessary To Stop Bravely At The Surface, The Fold, The Skin, To Adore The Appearance, To Believe In Forms, In Tones, In Words, In The Whole Olympus Of Appearance! Those Greeks Were Superficial--out Of Profundity!

All Sciences Are Now Under The Obligation To Prepare The Ground For The Future Task Of The Philosopher, Which Is To Solve The Problem Of Value, To Determine The True Hierarchy Of Values.

It Is Only Great Pain--that Slow, Sustained Pain That Takes Its Time, In Which We Are, As It Were, Burned With Smoldering Green Firewood--that Forces Us Philosophers To Sink To Our Ultimate Profundity And To Do Away With All The Trust, Everything Good-natured, Veil-imposing, Mild And Middling, On Which We May Have Previously Based Our Humanity. I Doubt That Such A Pain Makes Us 'better'--but I Know That It Makes Us Deeper.