Dark and terrible is the place to which she carried the truth, and the
lie—and I am going thither. At the very throne of Satan I shall
overtake her, and falling on my knees will weep; and cry:
“Tell me the truth!”
But God! This is also a lie. There, there is darkness, there is the
void of ages and of infinity, and there she is not—she is nowhere. But
the lie remains, it is immortal. I feel it in every atom of the air,
and when I breathe, it enters my bosom with a hissing, and then rends
it—yes, rends!
Oh! what madness it is—to be man and to seek the truth! What pain!
Help! Help!