Should Not The Giver Be Thankful That

I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.

To Learn To See- To Accustom The Eye To Calmness, To Patience, And To Allow Things To Come Up To It; To Defer Judgment, And To Acquire The Habit Of Approaching And Grasping An Individual Case From All Sides. This Is The First Preparatory Schooling Of Intellectuality. One Must Not Respond Immediately To A Stimulus; One Must Acquire A Command Of The Obstructing And Isolating Instincts.

If Thinking Is Your Fate, Revere This Fate With Divine Honour And Sacrifice To It The Best, The Most Beloved

To Recognize Untruth As A Condition Of Life--that Certainly Means Resisting Accustomed Value Feelings In A Dangerous Way; And A Philosophy That Risks This Would By That Token Alone Place Itself Beyond Good And Evil.

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