Lungful of Iron

I still don't know whether I am a falcon, a storm, or a great song. -Rilke

I once admired Nietzsche for his violence. I now can see his violence was that of an animal guarding it's wound. The 19th century was too cruel for his sensitive soul - his ideas were either feared or ignored - and he reacted with ferocity.

It is for the best that yesterday's idols become tomorrow's cautionary tales. But what is the moral of this story?

Is it stronger to become an invulnerable joy; or to remain hurt and fierce?
Which one does our century call for?

I still don't have the answer.