"I draw circles around me and sacred borders; ever fewer climb with me on ever higher mountains – I build a range of mountains out of ever more sacred mountains.
But wherever you may climb with me, my brothers, see to it that a parasite does not climb with you!
Parasite: that is a worm, a crawling writhing worm that wants to glut itself on your infected nicks and niches.
And its art consists in guessing where climbing souls are weary; in your grief and dismay, in your tender modesty it builds its disgusting nest.
Where the strong is weak, the noble one all too mild – in that place it builds its disgusting nest; the parasite lives where the great person has little nicks and niches.
What is the highest species of all being and what is the least? The parasite is the least of species, but whoever is of the highest species nourishes the most parasites.
After all, the soul that has the longest ladder and reaches down farthest – how could it not have the most parasites clinging to it?"
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