Simge: "You love your virtue as the mother her child; but when did anyone ever hear that a mother wanted to be paid for her love? Your virtue is your dearest self. The ring’s thirst is in you; every ring struggles and turns to reach itself again. And each work of your virtue is like the star that dies out; always its light is still on its way and wandering – and when will it no longer be on its way? Thus the light of your virtue is still underway, even when the work is done. And even if now forgotten and dead, its ray of light still lives and wanders. Your virtue should be your self and not a foreign thing, a skin, a cloaking: that is the truth from the ground of your soul, you virtuous!"

"You love your virtue as the mother her child; but when did anyone ever hear that a mother wanted to be paid for her love? Your virtue is your dearest self. The ring’s thirst is in you; every ring struggles and turns to reach itself again. And each work of your virtue is like the star that dies out; always its light is still on its way and wandering – and when will it no longer be on its way? Thus the light of your virtue is still underway, even when the work is done. And even if now forgotten and dead, its ray of light still lives and wanders. Your virtue should be your self and not a foreign thing, a skin, a cloaking: that is the truth from the ground of your soul, you virtuous!"

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Thus Spoke Zarathustra Friedrich Nietzsche

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