The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me -- I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he/she must carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He/She must be accustomed to living on mountain tops and to looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him/her. He/She must have become indifferent; he/she must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him/her or a fatality to him/her...
He/She must have an inclination, born of strength, for questions that no one has the courage for; the courage for the forbidden; predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard.
"And the will to economize in the grand manner; to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self; love of self; absolute freedom of self." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Don't mind the rambling, I'm going through a quarter-life crisis."
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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