I must know thee, Unknown One,
Thou who searchest out the debths of my soul,
And blowest like a storm through my life.
thou art inconceivable and yet my kinsman!
I must know thee and even serve thee.
…
Thus do I lie,
Bend myself, convulsed
With all eternal torture,
And smitten
By thee, cruelest huntsman,
Thou unfamiliar – GOD
Nietzsche
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