'There are periods of decline when the pattern fades to which our inmost life must conform. When we enter upon them we sway and lose our balance. From hollow joy we sink to leaden sorrow, and past and future acquire a new charm from our sense of loss. So we wander aimlessly in the irretrievable past or in distant Utopias; but the fleeting moment we cannot grasp.'
'So I swear to myself in the future to fall alone in freedom rather than to accompany the servants on the path to triumph.'
Ernst Jünger, On The Marble Cliffs (1939)