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Updated: May 5, 2025

All thy passions in the end became virtues, and all thy devils angels. Once hadst thou wild dogs in thy cellar: but they changed at last into birds and charming songstresses. Out of thy poisons brewedst thou balsam for thyself; thy cow, affliction, milkedst thou now drinketh thou the sweet milk of her udder.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra : A book for all and none