I call myself the last philosopher because I am the last human being. I
myself am the only one who speaks with me, and my voice comes to me as the
voice of someone who is dying. Let me commune with you for just one hour,
beloved voice, with you, the last trace of the memory of all human
happiness; with your help I will deceive myself about my loneliness and lie
my way into community and love; for my heart refuses to believe that love is
dead; it cannot bear the shudder of the loneliest loneliness and it forces
me to speak as if I were two persons. – Frederich Nietzsche
Otohime 