This is what is terrible for my eyes, that I find the human being (Mensch) in ruins and scattered as over a battlefield or a butcher-field. And when my eyes flee from the now to the past, they always find the same: fragments and limbs and...
moreThis is what is terrible for my eyes, that I find the human being (Mensch) in ruins and scattered as over a battlefield or a butcher-field. And when my eyes flee from the now to the past, they always find the same: fragments and limbs and dreadful accidents-but no human beings. […] And this is all my creating and striving, that I create and carry together into One what is fragment and riddle and dreadful accident. And how could I bear to be a human being if the human were not also a creator and guesser of riddles and redeemer of accidents? 1
