Written in Blood

He who goes across the mountains He who goes from peak to peak The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near And the spirit full of a joyful wickedness (Thus are things well matched?) Who among you can laugh? And be elevated at the same time? He who climbeth on the highest mountains Laugheth at all tragic plays and tragic realities Courageous, unconcerned Scornful, coercive So wisdom wisheth us She is a woman, and ever loveth only a warrior It is true we love life Not because we are wont to live But because we are wont to love Demented love, rational dementia He that writeth in blood And proverbs Doth not want to be read But learnt by heart Ye look aloft When ye long for exaltation And I look downward Because I am exalted And when I saw my devil I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn He was the spirit of gravity Through him all things fall Not by wrath But by laughter Do we slay Come; let us slay the spirit of gravity! I learned to walk Since then have I let myself run I learned to fly Since then I do not need pushing Now am I light Now do I fly Now do I see myself Under myself