_Excelsior!_--"Thou wilt never more pray, never more worship, never more repose in infinite trust--thou refusest to stand still and dismiss thy thoughts before an ultimate wisdom, an ultimate virtue, an ultimate power,--thou hast no constant guardian and friend in thy seven solitudes--thou livest without the outlook on a mountain that has snow on its head and fire in its heart--there is no longer any requiter for thee, nor any amender with, his finishing touch--there is no longer any reason in that which happens, or any love in that which will happen to thee--there is no longer any resting-place for thy weary heart, where it has only to find and no longer to seek, thou art opposed to any kind of ultimate peace, thou desirest the eternal recurrence of war and peace:--man of renunciation, wilt thou renounce in all these things? Who will give thee the strength to do so? No one has yet had this strength!"--There is a lake which one day refused to flow away, and threw up a dam at the place where it had hitherto discharged: since then this lake has always risen higher and higher. Perhaps the very renunciation will also furnish us with the strength with which the renunciation itself can be borne; perhaps man will ever rise higher and higher from that point onward, when he no longer _flows out_ into a God. 286. _A Digression._--Here are hopes; but what will you see and hear of them, if you have not experienced glance and glow and dawn of day in your own souls? I can only suggest--I cannot do more! To move the stones, to make animals men--would you have me do that? Alas, if you are yet stones and animals, you must seek your Orpheus! 287. _Love of Blindness._--"My thoughts," said the wanderer to his shadow, "ought to show me where I stand, but they should not betray to me _whither I go._ I love ignorance of the future, and do not want to come to grief by impatience and anticipatory tasting of promised things." 288. _Lofty Moods._--It seems to me that most men do not believe in lofty moods, unless it be for the moment, or at the most for a quarter of an hour,--except the few who know by experience a longer duration of high feeling. But to be absolutely a man with a single lofty feeling, the incarnation of a single lofty mood--that has hitherto been only a dream and an enchanting possibility: history does not yet give us any trustworthy example of it Nevertheless one might also some day produce such men--when a multitude of favourable conditions have been created and established, which at present even the happiest chance is unable to throw together. Perhaps that very state which has hitherto entered into our soul as an exception, felt with horror now and then, may be the usual condition of those future souls: a continuous movement between high and low, and the feeling of high and low, a constant state of mounting as on steps, and at the same time reposing as on clouds. 289.