You say ‘I’ and ‘it has to do with me’
but it has to do with a what:
In reality you are no one.
So I-less, naked and formless is reality!
It was out of fear of it you started to
clothe yourself,
started to comport yourself and call
yourself ‘I’
to cling to a straw.
In reality you are no one.
A rule of law, human value, freedom of
will,
all are images painted with fear in
reality’s empty hall,
fear of acknowledging something beyond justice
and injustice,
beyond
thesis and antithesis!
In reality you are no one.
Even beyond good and evil a battlefield for
good and evil,
the upper wild animal’s fight against the
lower –
the truth you suspect at times like an
abyss by the roadside,
without daring to know, without wanting to
know,
you who feel giddy at the slightest hollow!
In reality you are no one.
A place, a piece of clothing, a name –
everything else is merely your wish,
your I a wish, your unredemption one, your
redemption another:
All that you have taken in advance!
Redemption, there is no redemption! You
dream up redemption
stammer the Resurrection! And Holy! – for
such is your wish.
And human destiny is unchangeably fixed
But you have now taken one more step in
building your wishing:
Yet another wish of all the conceivable
thousands and thousands
has become possible for you, necessary,
certain and finally a fact,
Just as you yourself who also were a wish
from the start,
Just as the magical name your parents have
given you
To protect you from darkness and
I-lessness,
To distinguish just you from a thousand
similar and almost the same.
And yet you are basically as nameless as the
night and the darkness:
In reality you are no one.
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