"I trust myself no longer since I sought to rise into the height, and nobody trusts me any longer; how did that happen?

I change too quickly: my to-day refutes my yesterday. I often overlap the steps when I clamber; for so doing, none of the steps pardons me.

When aloft, I find myself always alone. No one speaks unto me; the frost of solitude makes me tremble. What do I seek on the height?

My contempt and my longing increase together; the higher I clamber, the more do I despise him who clambers. What does he seek on the height?

How ashamed I am of my clambering and stumbling! How I mock at my violent panting! How I hate him who flies! How tired I am on the height!"

On the Tree on the Mountain, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, F.Nietzsche