Why what is closest grows more and more distant.  The more we think about all that has been and will be, the paler grows that which is. If we live with the dead and die with them in their death, what are our 'neighbours' to us then? We grow more solitary  and we do so because the whole flood of humanity is surging around us. The fire within us, which is for all that is human, grows brighter and brighter  and that is why we gaze upon that which immediately surrounds us as though it had grown more shadowy and we had grown more indifferent to it.  But the coldness of our glance gives offence!

Friedrich Nietzsche - Daybreak
Book V - Aphorism # 441

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