As if there is a secret monadology of suffering. It is as if there is an inner, secret relationship between great sufferers, who did not receive their rank and the right to speak from the existing institutions, but rather were marked invisibly by life. These freemasons of torment, these spiritual tattooed, nevertheless recognize each other wonderfully, namely in such a way that, like windowless monks, they discover the other in their own souls. The password of greatness is therefore an unbreakable code, or it will appear before your eyes in a matrix of tears, or this world will be foreign to you no matter how much you think about it. Hölderlin, for example, was such a companion for Nietzsche. This is evidenced by the jealous appropriation, as Nietzsche mentioned the poet's predecessor. My Hölderlin. Like a child to a fearfully guarded toy, he clung to it. This also shows that Nietzsche was prepared for artistic suffering, secretly already armed for this war, which he wanted to fight most mercilessly with the softest weapons.
The reader is holding a book of essays in the donkey skin of a doctoral dissertation in order to appear more intelligent in order to be accepted. It was as if its author was ashamed to be personally involved in the matter. However, the opposite is true. It is this personal involvement that radiates through and through the work, which tears open the donkey skin, the imposed scientific form, and reveals the true face of this study: its confessional nature.