The exchange

You don't even know how bad your good can be, or how good, bad can be. Nature stinks and makes use of the stink; Most of all, nature confuses, and leaves you wiser. Nature is no friend, she offers no consolation for naiveté, no reprieve from critical error, not even a symmetry -- in type or degree -- in the exchange of "love" for "love."  You must love wisdom to love life.
 

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