There are laws, that is
to say, the human universe is as discoverable as that other. And as
The trouble has been, that
a man stays so astonished he can triumph over his own incoherence, he
settles for that, crows over it, and goes at a day again happy he at
least makes a little sense. Or, if he says anything to another, he thinks
it is enough--the struggle does involve such labor and some terror--to
wrap it in a little mystery: ah, the way is hard but this is what you
find if you go it.
The need now is a cooler
one, a discrimination, and then, a shout. Der Weg stirbt, sd one. And
was right, was he not? Then the question is: was ist der Weg?