The demiurge has yet to fall. Still we squirm in his claws, writhing in the dirt like worms. The man of today has more in common with a worm than the man of tomorrow: the Übermensch, whose leaves scrape the heavens, and roots span the hells. I say, turn your Chariot heavenward, seeker; heed your horses, et recipit vim superiorum et inferiorum!