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We've been in the rain. We've been on the mountain. We've been round the fire.
The opposite feeling, the sense of well being of a tree for its roots, the happiness to know oneself in a manner not entirely arbitrary and accidental, but as someone who has grown out of a past, as an heir, flower, and fruit and thus to have one's existence excused, indeed justified—this is what people nowadays lovingly describe as the real historical sense
...Nietzsche
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