But the true man is not a sheep. Neither is he a sheepdog, a wolf, or a shepherd. He is a king who carries his kingdom with him and advances. Knowing where he is going, he reaches the brim of the abyss, removes the cardboard crown from his head, and discards it. Then he strips himself of his kingdom, and, completely naked like a diver, joins his hands together, also his feet, throws himself headfirst into chaos, and vanishes.
