And from no one do I want beauty so much as from you, you powerful one: let your goodness be your least self-conquest.
I believe you capable of all evil: therefore I desire the good from you.
Truly, I have often laughed at the weaklings, who think themselves good because their claws are blunt!
You will strive after the virtue of the pillar: the higher it rises, the more beautiful and graceful it becomes, but inwardly harder and able to bear more weight.
Yes, you sublime one, one day you will also be beautiful, and hold up the mirror to your own beauty.
Then your soul will shudder with divine desires; and there will be worship even in your vanity!
For this is the secret of the soul: only when the hero has abandoned it does the superhero approach it in dreams.—-