text_original: There is no doubt we do violence to ourselves nowaday. , we crackers of the soul's kernel, we incarnate riddles, who are ever asking riddles, as though life were naught else than the cracking of a nut; and even thereby must we neces  sarily become day by day more and more worthy to be asked questions and worthy to ask them, even thereby do we perchance also become worthier to — live? . . . All good things were once bad thins
text_transcription: THERE IS NO DOUBT WE DO VIOLENCE TO OURSELVES NOWADAYS WE CRACKERS OF THE SOUL'S COLONEL WE INCARNATE RIDDLES WHO ARE EVER ASKING RIDDLES AS THOUGH LIFE WERE NAUGHT ELSE THAN THE CRACKING OF A NUT AND EVEN THEREBY MUST WE NECESSARILY BECOME DAY BY DAY MORE AND MORE WORTHY TO BE ASKED QUESTIONS AND WORTHY TO ASK THEM EVEN THEREBY DO WE PERCHANCE ALSO BECOME WORTHY TO LIVE ALL GOOD THINGS WERE ONCE BAD THINGS
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ dˈaʊt wiː dˈuː vˈaɪələns tʊ aʊɚsˈɛlvz nˈaʊədˌeɪ. , wiː kɹˈækɚz ʌvðə sˈoʊlz kˈɜːnəl, wiː ɪŋkˈɑːɹneɪt ɹˈɪdəlz, hˌuː ɑːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ˈæskɪŋ ɹˈɪdəlz, æz ðˌoʊ lˈaɪf wɜː nˈɔːt ˈɛls ðɐn ðə kɹˈækɪŋ əvə nˈʌt; ænd ˈiːvən ðɛɹbˈaɪ mˈʌst wiː nˈiːsᵻz sˈɛɹili bɪkˌʌm dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ wˈɜːði təbi ˈæskt kwˈɛstʃənz ænd wˈɜːði tʊ ˈæsk ðˌɛm, ˈiːvən ðɛɹbˈaɪ dˈuː wiː pɚtʃˈæns ˈɔːlsoʊ bɪkˌʌm wˈɜːðiɚ tuː — lˈaɪv? . . . ˈɔːl ɡˈʊd θˈɪŋz wɜː wˈʌns bˈæd θˈɪnz