IT is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of
gods.
Under the
great Command: Know thyself, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally
self-conscious, fatally self-important,
fatally entangled in the
Laocoon coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can’t know ourselves, we can
only
know about
ourselves.
And I am
not interested to know about myself any more
I only entangle myself in the
knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker
forth
now let me be
myself, in the being, one of the gods.