What is it, then, that man wants so much? I often asked; what is the meaning of the infinity in his breast? Infinity? Where is it? Who has perceived it? He wants more than he is capable of! that might be true! O! you have experienced it often enough. And it is necessary as it is. What gives strength its sweet, rapturous feeling is that it does not pour out as it will; precisely this creates the beautiful dreams of immortality and all the lovely and colossal phantoms that enchant man a thousand times over, this creates for man his Elysium and his gods, that the line of his life does not run straight, that he does not travel toward his destination like an arrow and that an alien power throws itself in the way of this fleeing creature.
The heart’s wave would not foam up so beautifully and become spirit, if the ancient, mute rock, fate, did not stand opposed to it.