In light of this, the words that Nietzsche applied to himself in his autobiography, Ecce Homo, might easily be applied to all three: I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous—a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am dynamite.48
What a cocky guy
