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Everything that is of my kind, in nature and history,
speaks to me, praises me, spurs me on, comforts me -
everything else I don't hear or forget right away.
We are always only in our own company.
― Frederich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, note 166

How best should we interpret this? Tragically or triumphantly? To have this quoted boldly here may suggest the triumphal interpretation: that my kind is humankind and that all we have is each other. The tragic reading makes more sense to me: that, first and foremost, we are individuals, too often lost within ourselves. Our aim is to look onto reality with new eyes, to explore a set of truths our individuality blinds us to. In our increasingly complex world, the probability your neighbor appreciates the symmetrical rise in nuance is decreasing (let alone having the capacity/will; many are just surviving); who wishes to be lonely and with no neighbor? Bless the internet for giving everyone the opportunity to have an infinite set of neighbors.

Email me as you wish. I will do my best to reach back to you.

- alborz