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Tired of breaking glasses. Macks Le Sac Lovelle.
TIRED OF SNOW RELATED STATUS’
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To be free.
Not to remain stuck to a person-not even the most loved-every person is a prison, also a nook. Not to remain stuck to a fatherland-not even if it suffers most or needs help most-it is less difficult to sever one’s heart from a victorious fatherland. Not to remain stuck to some pity-not even for higher men into whose rare torture and helplessness some accident allowed us to look. Not to remain stuck to a science-even if it should lure us with the most precious finds that seem to have been saved up precisely for us. Not to remain stuck to ones own detachment, to that voluptuous remoteness and strangenessof the bird who flees ever higher to see even more below him-the danger of the flier. Not to remain stuck to our own virtuesand become as a whole victim of some detail in us, such ass our hospitality, which is the danger of dangers for superior and rich souls who spend themselves lavishly, almost indifferently, and exaggerate the virtue of generosity into a vice.
One must know how to conserve oneself: the hardest test of independance.
One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. “Good” is no longer good when one’s neighbour mouths it. And how should there be a “common good”! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value.
In the end it must be as it is and always has been; great things remain for the great, abysses for the profound, nuances and shudders for the refined, and, in brief, all that is rare for the rare.-
