"The tension of my cloud was too great:
between the laughter of lightning bolts I want to throw showers of hail into the depths. Violently my chest will expand, violently will it blow its storm over the mountains and thus find relief. Verily, like a storm come my happiness and my freedom."

Zarathustra

Honeycomb, pine pollen, cranberry jam, pine cone jam

A cure for the dogmatic worldview is an absolutist attitude

Every notion which is not a result of direct sensory experience is a subject to revision

Limit what goes into your brain. Wisdom sets limits even to knowledge.