At times, Nietzsche sounds hysterical, I admit. He signed his last letters “Dionysus” and “The Crucified.” But we must remember that his soul was warped By loneliness, sickness and poverty. Too much, in other words, of too little. A fate that was like Van Gogh’s, perhaps, Only Nietzsche did not cut off a piece of his ear And offer it to a terror-stricken prostitute; Instead, he sliced entire cartographies from his brain And made a Clearing For the gods to come take him. (Inspired by this poem)