Although your stomache turns as you approach the way, you dive through.
original fragment
…ἣν δὴ βροτοὶ εἰδότες οὐδέν
πλάττονται, δίκρανοι· ἀμηχανίη γὰρ ἐν αὐτῶν
στήθεσιν ἰθύνει πλακτὸν νόον· οἱ δὲ φοροῦνται
κωφοὶ ὁμῶς τυφλοί τε, τεθηπότες, ἄκριτα φῦλα,
οἷς τὸ πέλειν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶναι ταὐτὸν νενόμισται
κοὐ ταὐτόν, πάντων δὲ παλίντροπός ἐστι κέλευθος.
…the way on which mortals, knowing nothing,
wander, two-headed; for helplessness in their
breasts steers their wandering minds. They are carried along,
deaf as well as blind, bewildered, undiscerning tribes,
for whom to be and not to be are reckoned the same
and not the same — and the road of all is back-turning.
Parmenides · On Nature · DK 28 B6.4–9 · working draft