But such a belief is the supreme belief in all possible faith: I baptize it with the name Dionysos. Dinosaur fossil rug. In a sense, one might say that the nineteenth century also tried to move towards all that Goethe had tried to achieve on his own: universality in consensus, in consent, a welcoming all-things-to-you, a courageous reality, a fact-taking attitude. Why the all-out result is not a Goethe, but a chaos, a narcissistic sigh, an on-course confusion a tiring tendency in praxi that continually tried to go back to the eighteenth century? for example, romantic feelings, such as altruism and tenderness, like feminism in taste, like socialism in politics.