"Here is a little ideal I stumble on once every five weeks on a wild and lonely walk, in an azure moment of sinful happiness. To spend one's life amid delicate and absurd things; a stranger to reality; half an artist, half a bird and metaphysician; with no care for reality, except now and then to acknowledge it in the manner of a good dancer with the tips of one's shoes; always tickled by some sunray of happiness; exuberant and encouraged even by misery -- for misery preserves the happy man: fixing a little humourous tail even to holiest things..."

F. Nietzsche

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