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Coda
No really! This is the final of my comments about The Dawn of Day. The writer, Nietzsche, bids that we never forget this one principle of flight. A majority of our fellows cannot fly. That I must accept. A limited few will be able to join the adventures on the horizon of thought. Best that I make peace with my fate, that is – to appear a smaller-than-normal persona to nearly everyone who is acquainted with me.
574. The higher we soar
the smaller we appear
to those
who cannot fly.
And for every occasion there is music. One can always use a timely melody. I thought this one apt for our times.
Well, how about the-rest-of-the-story? Always!
575. All those daring birds
that soar far and ever farther into space,
will somewhere or other
be certain to find themselves
unable to continue their flight,
and they will perch on a mast or some narrow ledge
—and will be grateful
even for this miserable accommodation!But who could conclude from this
that there was not
an endless free space
stretching far in front of them,
and that they had flown as far as
they possibly could?In the end, however,
all our great teachers and predecessors
have come to a standstill,
and it is by no means
in the noblest or most graceful attitude
that their weariness
has brought them to a pause:the same thing will happen to you and me!
but what does this matter to either of us?
Other birds
will fly
farther!