“Then happened that which made me lighter: for the dwarf sprang from my shoulder, the prying sprite! And it squatted on a stone in front of me. There was however a gateway just where we halted.
â€œLook at this gateway! Dwarf!â€ I continued, â€œit hath two faces. Two roads come together here: these hath no one yet gone to the end of.
This long lane backwards: it continueth for an eternity. And that long lane forwardâ€”that is another eternity.
They are antithetical to one another, these roads; they directly abut on one another:â€”and it is here, at this gateway, that they come together. The name of the gateway is inscribed above: â€˜This Moment.â€™
But should one follow them furtherâ€”and ever further and further on, thinkest thou, dwarf, that these roads would be eternally antithetical?â€â€”
â€œEverything straight lieth,â€ murmured the dwarf, contemptuously. â€œAll truth is crooked; time itself is a circle.â€
– Friedrich Nietzsche, 1844-1900
“Thus Spake Zarathustra”