إنّ الكتابةَ هي حديثٌ مستَمِر لا يَنقطِع ولا يحدّه الزمان أو المكان. فالمرءُ لا يكتب لهذا الفرد أو ذاك بالتحديد، وهو أيضًا لا يكتُب للجميع؛ ما يُكتَب للجميع، يُكتَب لِلا أحد. بل يَكتب الإنسانُ لأشباهِه بالروحِ والعقل. لأولئك الوحيدين مثلَه الذين لا عزاءَ لهم ولا صحبةَ سوى كلماتِ روحٍ شقيقة، حتى وإنْ كانَ بينهما ألفُ سنةٍ أو ألفُ ميل.
تصبحُ الكتابةُ هنا أشبَه بتلك الرسائلِ التي يضعها التائه في زجاجةٍ ويرميها في البحر؛ هو لا يَعرِف مآلها ولا قارئها، ولكن يدفعه إيمانٌ عنيدٌ بأنّ ثَمّة مَن سيجدها، ومَن سيقرأُها، ومَن سيفهمها، ثُمَّ بعدَها، يُعيدُها للبَحر لكي تستَمِر "المحادثة."

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From 'The Tale of The Princess Kaguya'
By Studio Ghibli

Unlike most people, even most philosophers, Nietzsche lived with his intellectual problems as with realities, he experienced a similar emotional commitment to them as other men experience to their wife and children. It is this, indeed, which is the badge of his uniqueness and the key to understanding him. He makes clear what he means by intellectual problems in these few posthumously-published notes:

"As soon as you feel yourself against me you have ceased to understand my position and consequently my arguments! You have to be the victim of the same passion!
  I want to awaken the greatest mistrust of myself: I speak only of things I have experienced and do not offer only events in the head.
One must want to experience the great problems with one’s body and one’s soul.
I have at all times written my writings with my whole heart and soul: I do not know what purely intellectual problems are."

In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.

— R. J. Hollingdale

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دخيله

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السؤال يخص الشخص الذكي

The statement: (The smarter you are the more you will suffer) appeals not to smart people, but to miserable people. It gives them a romantic touch to their suffering: that they suffer because they are too good, too smart, and too perfect for this imperfect world.

Maybe it is true that smart people suffer more. But trust me, most of us are not even barely qualified to test this hypothesis.

A truly miserable person is the one who complicates his own pain and misery more than it really is. Who clings to misery to have meaning for his life. It is one of the most pathetic things in life when someone suffers but clings to this suffering like they cling to a bad marriage.