“I love the great despisers for they are the great adorers.”, F. W.
Nietzsche
The commandment 'Love Thy Neighbour' hangs around our necks
Turning the conscientious into weak-willed nervous wrecks:
In profoundest solitude, I rekindled my heart's yearning;
And laughed long and hard about my former spurning.
Within its alchemical canteen, the spirit set to dining.
How glad I was! To have the luxury of freely maligning
Those proletariats who had kept me for so very long
From finding a corner of the universe in which I belong.
No sooner had the thoughts alighted in my happy brain,
Than my sentiments turned to adoration, from disdain.
In self-confinement my soul took flight;
Spread its wings, soared through the night.
All my secret thoughts, free to alight.
My own path opening up in giddy delight.
To have the excess of strength to embrace
Even the damned souls of my own demented race.