And wherever there are sacrifice and services and loving glances, there is will to be master. By secret paths the weaker one stealeth into the castle and unto the heart of the more powerful one and there stealeth power.
And this secret did life itself utter unto me: 'Behold/ it said, ' I am whatever must surpass itself.
It is true, ye call it will unto procreation or impulse for the end, for the higher, the more remote, the more manifold; but all that is one thing and one secret
I perish rather than renounce that one thing; and, verily, wherever there is perishing and falling of leaves, behold, life sacrificeth itself for the sake of power!
That I must be war and becoming and end and the contradiction of the ends alas, he who findeth out my will, probably findeth out also on what crooked ways he hath to walk !
Whatever I create and however I love it, soon afterwards I have to be an adversary unto it and unto my love. Thus willeth my will.
And even thou, O perceiver, art but a path and footstep of my will. Verily, my will unto power walketh on the feet of thy will unto truth !
Of course, he who shot after the word of "will unto existence" did not hit truth. Such a will- doth not exist!
For what existeth not cannot will ; but what is in existence how could that strive after existence!
