Having given nothing, how much have you had taken from life! To this you object with scorn … And it sounds – like what? Like your inability to feel sorry for people. You have been asked for “spiritual bread”, and you offer the “stone of denial”! You have robbed the soul of life, and if great feats of love and suffering are not in it – that you’re to blame, for the servants of the mind, you have given your soul to its power, and that she has grown cold and dying, sick and impoverished! But life is still as grim, and her torture, her grief, require heroes … Where are they?