Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,—but only waiting for myself. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and leaping and climbing and dancing.
By divers ways and wendings did I arrive at my truth; not by one ladder did I mount to the height where mine eye roveth into my remoteness.
And unwillingly only did I ask my way—that was always counter to my taste! Rather did I question and test the ways themselves.
A testing and a questioning hath been all my travelling: —and verily, one must also learn to answer such questioning!
That, however,—is my taste:
—Neither a good nor a bad taste, but my taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy.
"This—is now my way,—where is yours?" Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way." For the way—it doth not exist!