Sand, 1966

"Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman--a rope over an abyss...

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under...

"I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.

Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man.

'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?' thus asks the last man, and blinks.

- Fred Nietzsche

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Young woman share your fire with me.
My heart is cold, my soul is free.
I am a stranger in your land,
A wandering man; call me Sand. 

Oh sir my fire is very small.
It will not warm thy heart at all.
But thee may take me by the hand.
Hold me, and I'll call thee Sand. 

Young woman share your fire with me.
My heart is cold, my soul is free.
I am a stranger in your land,
A wandering man; call me Sand. 

At night when stars light up the sky.
Oh sir, I dream my fire is high.
Oh taste these lips sir if you can,
Wandering man; I'll call thee Sand.

Oh sir my fire is burning high.
If it should stop sir I would die.
A shooting star has crossed my land,
Wandering man; she whispered Sand.

(Sand is whispered)

Young woman shared her fire with me.
Now warms herself with memory.
I was a stranger in her land,
A wandering man; she called me Sand.

He was a stranger in my land,
A wandering man; she called me Sand.