What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and lie?
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king.

I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and impossible.
- Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche