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Nothing Truly Convincing - Which Would Possess Thoroughness, Vigor, And Skill - Has Been Written Against The Ancients As Yet; Especially Not Against Their Poetry.

True Love Should Be, According To Its Origin, Entirely Arbitrary And Entirely Accidental At The Same Time; It Should Seem Both Necessary And Free; In Keeping With Its Nature, However, It Should Be Both Destiny And Virtue And Appear As A Mystery And A Miracle.

Sense (for A Particular Art, Science, Human Being, And So Forth) Is Divided Spirit; Self-restraint Is Consequently The Result Of Self-creation And Self-destruction.

The Naive Which Is Simultaneously Beautiful, Poetic, And Idealistic, Must Be Both Intention And Instinct. The Essence Of Intention, In This Sense, Is Freedom. Consciousness Is Far From Intention. There Is A Certain Enamoured Contemplation Of One's Own Naturalness Or Silliness Which Itself Is Unspeakably Silly. Intention Does Not Necessarily Require A Profound Calculation Or Plan.

Because Christianity Is A Religion Of Death, It Could Be Treated With The Utmost Realism, And It Could Have Its Orgies, Just Likethe Old Religion Of Nature And Life.