FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE | PRAYER TO THE UNKNOWN GOD Before continuing on my way and throw my look forward to once again raise only my hands to Thee whom I flee. Thee from the depths of my heart, I have dedicated festive altars to that, at all times, your voice might call me. On these altars are engraved on fire words: To an unknown god. Yours, Me, although to date I have rubbed the sacrilege. Yours, Me, despite the ties that pull me into the abyss. Even trying to escape, I feel forced to serve you. I want to know you, stranger. You who crashers my soul and what whirlwind, invade my life. You, the incomprehensible, but my neighbor want to know you, want to serve only to You.
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 23:13:54 +0000
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