‘..so I myself sank once
from my delusion of truth,
from my daytime longings,
weary of day, sick with light
—sank downwards, down to evening, down to shadows, scorched and thirsty
with one truth
—do you remember, do you, hot heart,
how you thirsted then?—
that I am banished
from all truth!
Only a fool! only a poet!…’
—Friedrich Nietzsche, Dithyrambs of Dionysus