What I tried to do was to stand on my own shoulders, to super-impose nature upon nature, denying a creator God, insisting that the world lives on itself; feeds on its own excrement, as I say somewhere among my notes. Where did Titanism of defiance lead me? To the same pit as Schopenhauer’s Titanism of denial – to moral and spiritual exhaustion, to the nothingness of the Abyss.
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