"What does joy not want? It is thirstier, more cordial, hungrier, more terrible, more secret than all woe; it wants itself, it bites into itself, the ring's will strives in it; it wants love, it wants hatred, it is overrich, gives, throws away, begs that one might take it, thanks the taker, it would like to be hated; so rich is joy that it thirsts for woe, for hell, for hatred, for disgrace, for the cripple, for world—this world, oh, you know it!"
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
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I'M thirstier. heeeere beery beery beery...
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