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“Die ewige Wiederkehr besagt, daß Sie jede Entscheidung, die Sie treffen, für alle Ewigkeit zu treffen bereit sein müßten. Das gleiche gilt für jede unterlassene Tat, jeden totgeborenen Gedanken, jede gemiedene Wahl. Und alles ungelebte Leben wird ewig in Ihnen rumoren, ewig ungelebt. Und die nicht gehörte Stimme Ihres Gewissens wird Ihnen ewig kläglich rufen.”

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