A Dionysian Life Task Needs The Hardness

For Out Of Fear And Need Each Religion Is Born, Creeping Into Existence On The Byways Or Reason.

The End Of A Melody Is Not Its Goal; But Nonetheless, If The Melody Had Not Reached Its End It Would Not Have Reached Its Goal Either. A Parable.

The Beautiful Exists Just As Little As The True. In Every Case It Is A Question Of The Conditions Of Preservation Of A Certain Type Of Man: Thus The Herd-man Will Experience The Value Feeling Of The True In Different Things Than Will The Overman.

At Every Step One Has To Wrestle For Truth; One Has To Surrender For It Almost Everything To Which The Heart, To Which Our Love, Our Trust In Life, Cling Otherwise. That Requires Greatness Of Soul: The Service Of Truth Is The Hardest Service. What Does It Mean, After All, To Have Integrity In Matters Of The Spirit? That One Is Severe Against One's Heart...that One Makes Of Every Yes And No A Matter Of Conscience.

Whether In Conversation We Generally Agree Or Disagree With Others Is Largely A Matter Of Habit: The One Tendency Makes As Much Sense As The Other.