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Solitude.
“Flee, my friend, into your solitude ! I see you deafened by the uproar of the great men and pricked by the stings of the small ones.
Forest and rock know well how to be silent with you. Be like the tree again, the wide-branching tree that you love: calmly and attentively it leans out over the sea.
Where solitude ceases, there the market-place begins; and where the market-place begins, there begins the uproar of the great actors and the buzzing of the poisonous flies.
In the world even the best things are worthless apart from him who first presents them: people call these presenters great men’.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche,
Thus spake Zarathustra.
