How much one is able to endure: distress, want, bad weather, sickness, toil, solitude. Fundamentally one can cope with everything else, born as one is to a subterranean life of struggle; one emerges again and again into the light, one experiences again and again one’s golden hour of victory - and then one stands forth as one was born, unbreakable, tensed, ready for new, even harder, emoter things, like a bow that distress only serves to draw tauter.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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