Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.
When thou goest to woman, take thy whip.
Perhaps man will rise ever higher as soon as he ceases to flow out into a god.
Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.
Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.
Objectivity and justice have nothing to do with one another.