I Speak And The Child

Wisdom Sets Bounds Even To Knowledge.

We Must Remain As Close To The Flowers, The Grass, And The Butterflies As The Child Is Who Is Not Yet So Much Taller Than They Are.

This Tremendous Event Is Still On Its Way, Still Wandering; It Has Not Yet Reached The Ears Of Men. Lightning And Thunder Require Time; The Light On The Stars Requires Time; Deeds Though Done, Still Require Time To Be Seen And Heard. This Deed Is Still More Distant From Them Than The Most Distant Stars - And Yet They Have Done It Themselves.

What Is Good? All That Heightens The Feeling Of Power, The Will To Power, Power Itself. What Is Bad? All That Is Born Of Weakness. What Is Happiness? The Feeling That Power Is Growing, That Resistance Is Overcome.

In Constructing Concepts, We Overlook The Fact That No Two Things Are The Same. There Is No Such Thing As The Concept Of A Leaf, Only Billions And Billions Of Leaves.