Everyone had only one true vocation: to find himself. Let him wind up as a poet or a madman, as a prophet or a criminal--that wasn't his business; in the long run, it was irrelevant. His business was to discover his own destiny, not just any destiny, and to live it totally and undividedly. Anything else was just a half-measure, an attempt to run away, an escape back to the ideal of the masses, an adaptation, fear of one's own nature.