“Do you not hear, I have no thought of joy!The reeling whirl I seek, the most painful excess,E
“Do you not hear, I have no thought of joy!The reeling whirl I seek, the most painful excess,Enamored hate and quickening distress .… my mindShall not be henceforth closed to any pain,And what is portioned out to all mankind,I shall enjoy deep within myself, containWithin my spirit summit and abyss,Pile on my breast their agony and bliss,And let my own self grow into theirs unfettered,Till as they are, at last I, too, am shattered.”—Goethe, Faust -- source link
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