This is the side of Nietzsche that always makes me smile, his intellectual bitterness. He is so frustrated by the fact that he can be so brilliant and yet so few people listen to him. What’s more, it’s almost as if this fact itself runs contrary to his worldview: it’s not just that he doesn’t like it, but rather that he cannot comprehend why it is so. You see this theme running throughout his writing over and over again as if he were constantly mindful of this problem.
Avarice of Nature–Why has nature been so niggardly towards humanity that she has not let human beings shine, this man more and that man less, according to their inner abundance of light? Why have not great men such a fine visibility in their rising and setting as the sun? How much less equivocal would life among men then be!