From the sun did I learn this, when it goeth down, the exuberant one: gold doth it then pour into the sea, out of inexhaustible riches, So that the poorest fisherman roweth even with golden oars! For this did I once see, and did not tire of weeping in beholding it. Like the sun will also Zarathustra go down: now sitteth he here and waiteth, old broken tables around him, and also new tables half-written.
Friedrich Nietzsche Quote
