Could our knowledge turn into wisdom, without the possibility to share it with people?
Can our experience reallistically become our inner growth, our acquired maturity,
without reflecting it into the world's mirror?
Unfortunately, often we learn from bad experience,
from confronting ourselves with people who have hurt us, deeply sometimes.
Nevertheless, contextually, we also learn from every experience and from every type of person,
even from the apparent most superficial, sometimes.
That's why, it's always worth it to interact with everybody.
For better or worse, you can only learn out of it.
I'm always a little sceptical about people talking from a pedistal.
Why don't they want to talk at everybody's same level?
I guess descending from the mountain always take courage...
Thus Spoke Zarathustra:
Prologue-Part 1
"WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake
of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his
spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at
last his heart changed,- and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he
went before the sun, and spake thus unto it:
Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those
for whom thou shinest!
For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst
have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for
me, mine eagle, and my serpent.
But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow,
and blessed thee for it.
Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too
much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it.
I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more
become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the
evening, when thou goest behind the sea, and givest light also to
the nether-world, thou exuberant star!
Like thee must I go down, as men say, to whom I shall descend.
Bless me, then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the
greatest happiness without envy!
Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow
golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss!
Lo! This cup is again going to empty itself, and Zarathustra is
again going to be a man.
Thus began Zarathustra's down-going."
Nietzsche
