People ask me how I’ve changed I say it is a singular road And the lavender has stained my skin And made me strange The lavender is tall and reaches Beyond the heavenly cover I plough through this furious world Of which I’m truly over
There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.
Nietzsche, Schopenhauer as Educator
