“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
- Arthur Schopenhauer
Joy! Joy!
Oh joy, thou lovely spark of God,
daughter of Elysium.
We enter, drunk with fire.
Immortal goddess, thy holy shrine!
Thy magic doth unite once more
what custom has strictly set asunder.
All men shall be brothers
where thy gentle wing is spread.
Happily, gladly His suns speed
through the glorious plain of heaven.
Brothers, run your course,
joyful as a hero to victory,
brothers, run your course!
- from Friedrich Schiller’s Ode to Joy, set to music in Beethoven’s 9th Symphony

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