as if a round apple presented itself to my hand, a ripe, golden apple with a soft, cool, velvety skin - thus the world presented itself to me -	as if a tree nodded to me, a wide-branching, strong-willed tree, bent for reclining and as a footstool for the way-weary: thus the world stood upon my headland -	as if tender hands brought me a casket - a casket open for the delight of modest, adoring eyes: thus the world presented himself before me today - 	not so enigmatic as to frighten away human love, not so explicit as to put to sleep human wisdom - a good, human thing was the world to me today, this world of which so many evil things are said!
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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