little stripes.
26.4.11
from Nietzsche's The Tree on the Hill
"If I wanted to shake this tree with my hands,
I should be unable to do it.
But the wind, which we cannot see, troubles and bends it
in whichever direction it pleases.
It is invisible hands that we are bent and tortured worst."
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