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 And the spiral spreads Through space without bounds, Without depth and height, Without breadth and length, On into the unknown.

The embittered power Of afflictions and pains Impels it onward. It crumbled souls, Created gods, Crushed masses, Established kings, Impressed the steel Into the hands of man Which he in turn Plunged into himself; Led spirits into Sciences' labyrinth And to streams of art, But nowhere to fortune.

Mankind rushes along The whirling spiral Through space without bounds, Without depth and height, Without breadth and length, On into the unknown.

Counseling gods, That gave not fortune, Overturned thrones, That gave not fortune,