Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss. A dan­gerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a danger­ous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going un­der. I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over. I love the great despisers because they are the great reverers and arrows of longing for the other shore.

(Nietzsche, 1968, pp. 126–127)