"When Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at last his heart changed, and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he went before the sun and spoke to it."
(Source : doublepluslovely, via silvermoons)
Remember this chart my sister created a while ago; subject of a discussion yesterday amongst friends on various peoples’...
Incredibly happy to find this as a photoset. It just fascinates me to the core.