Christoffer Jakuard

If ever I spread out a still sky above myself and flew with my own wings into my own sky:
if, playing, I have swum into deep light-distances and bird-wisdom came to my freedom:
But thus speaks bird-wisdom: "Behold, there is no above, no below! Fling yourself about, out, back, weightless Bird! Sing! Speak no more!"
"are not all words made for the heavy? Do not all words lie to the light? Sing! speak no more"
Oh how should I not lust for eternity and for the weeding ring of rings - the Ring of Recurrence!
Never yet did I find the woman by whom I wanted children, unless it be this woman, whom i love: for i love you, O eternity!
For I love you, o Eternity!

- The Seven Seals, Friederich Nietzsche