The Solitary Following and leading are hateful to me. Obey? No! But lead? No way! Who's not himself a terror frightens no one. And only the terror-maker can lead others. To me it's hateful even to lead myself! I love it, like creatures of wood and sea, For a good little while to lose myself, In lovely madness meditatively sit, From the distance homeward entice myself, Me myself to me myself—seducing.1.