Food For Thought

"Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words
directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning
they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and
gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of
the plants that grow in him."

--Nietzsche
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