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Ja! Ich weiß, woher ich stamme!
Ungesättigt gleich der Flamme
Glühe und verzehr’ ich mich.
Licht wird alles, was ich fasse,
Kohle alles, was ich lasse:
Flamme bin ich sicherlich.
Yes! I know whence I come!
Like a flame, unsatisfied
I glow and consume myself.
All that I touch, turns to light,
All that I leave behind, is coal:
Assuredly I am a flame.
–Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo in Die fröhliche Wissenschaft (La gaya scienza) (1887) (S.H. transl.) in Werke in drei Bänden, vol. ii, p. 32 (K. Schlechta ed. 1954)
Listen to Dietrich Buxtehude’s cantata “Mit Fried’ und Freud’ ich fahr dahin” BuxWV 76 (1674), the work was composed by Buxtehude for his father’s funeral, following a text by Martin Luther (Geystliche Gesangk Buechleyn, Wittenberg 1524):
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"It is an interesting and somewhat macabre parlor game to play at a large gathering of one’s acquaintances: to speculate who in a showdown would go Nazi. By now, I think I know. I have gone through the experience many times—in Germany, in Austria, and in France. I have come to know the types: the born Nazis, the Nazis whom democracy itself has created, the certain-to-be fellow-travelers. And I also know those who never, under any conceivable circumstances, would become Nazis."