What's higher – great ideas or ordinary persons? I'm solitary, lost among swarms of ideas. They, boring, buzz like bees inhaling smell of blossom and their incessant hubbub clouds me and fatigues. How often these ideas are wonderful, attractive! Their background's bright. My life can sometimes seem a drop. Their mirages deceive, such palaces erecting: The paradise to find at home and even abroad. ...Are there among ideas – humanity and freedom? I need them like my air, my water and my food, my science and my verse, my writing and my reading, my own so narrow way in our life's common wood. I ardently desire to be myself, becoming the incarnation of my own most inmost dream. I'm higher than ideas! This thought is so becalming... I hear my tuning-fork. Be self-taught, my dear string! | 
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