But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.
But the thought is one thing, the deed is another, and another yet is the image of the deed. The wheel of causality does not roll between them.
God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.
Even a thought, even a possibility, can shatter us and transform us.
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