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" And Zarathustra stood still and thought a while.  At last he said sadly: 'Everything has become smaller!
'Everywhere I see lower gates: whoever is of my kind can still just manage to get through but -- must stoop so low!
'Oh when shall I come back home again, where I no longer have to stoop -- no longer have to stoop before those who are small!' "
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"Yet why am I talking, when no one has my ears!  And so I want to call it out to all the winds:
'You are becoming even smaller, you small people!  You are crumbling away, you who are contented!  I shall yet see you perish --'
-- from your many small virtues, from your many small abstentions, from your many small submissions!
Far too tender, far too yielding: thus is your earth and soil!  But for a tree to become great, it wants to strike hard roots around hard rocks!"
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-Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra 3:5.1-3
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(believe me, dear misty spirits, I say none of this to spite you... I only wish I knew I wasn't speaking to the wind myself)
RK.

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