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– as an eternal fleeing from and seeking each other again of many gods,
as the blissful contradicting, again-hearing, again-nearing each other of
many gods:
Where all time seemed to me a blissful mockery of moments, where
necessity was freedom itself, which played blissfully with the sting of
freedom:
Where I once again found my old devil and arch-enemy, the spirit
of gravity, and everything he created: compulsion, statute, necessity and
consequence and purpose and will and good and evil:
For must there not exist something over which one dances, dances
away? Must not, for the sake of the light and the lightest – moles and
heavy dwarves exist? –