September 26, 2014 § Leave a comment

From the sun I learned this; when she goes down, overrich; she pours gold into the sea of inexhaustible riches, so that even the poorest fisherman still rows with golden oars. For this I once saw and did not tire of my tears as I watched it.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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