“I am a wanderer and a mountain climber, he said to his heart; I do not like the plains, and it seems I cannot sit still for long. And whatever may yet come to me as destiny and experience will include some wandering and mountain climbing: in the end, one experiences only oneself. The time is gone when mere accidents could still happen to me; and what could still come to me now that was not mine already? What returns, what finally comes home to me, is my own self and what of myself has long been in strange lands and scattered among all things and accidents. And one further thing I know: I stand before my final peak now and before that which has been saved up for me the longest. Alas, now I must face my hardest path! Alas, I have begun my loneliest walk! But whoever is of my kind cannot escape such an hour - the hour which says to him:
“Only now are you going your way to greatness! Peak and abyss - they are now joined together.
“You are going your way to greatness: now that which has hitherto been your ultimate danger has become your ultimate refuge.
“You are going your way to greatness: now this must give you the greatest courage that there is no longer any path behind you.
“You are going your way to greatness: here nobody shall sneak after you. Your own foot has effaced the path behind you, and over it there is written: impossibility…”—The Wanderer - Thus Spoke Zarathustra [pt. III] (via marena817)