Human Condition
Why hast thou stolen
Into thyself, thyself?
A sick man now,
Sick of the serpent’s poison;
A captive now
Who drew the hardest lot:
Bent double
Working in thine own pit,
Encaved within thyself,
Heavy-handed.
Stiff,
A corpse-
Filled with a hundred burdens,
Loaded to death with thyself,
A knower!
…
You sought the heaviest burden
And found yourself.
(Friedrich Nietzche)
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Into thyself, thyself?
A sick man now,
Sick of the serpent’s poison;
A captive now
Who drew the hardest lot:
Bent double
Working in thine own pit,
Encaved within thyself,
Heavy-handed.
Stiff,
A corpse-
Filled with a hundred burdens,
Loaded to death with thyself,
A knower!
…
You sought the heaviest burden
And found yourself.
(Friedrich Nietzche)
https://konmarkimageswords.tumblr.com/post/685589362197643264/human-condition-this-series-of-photographic