[ WP ] Nietzsche the Pooh

Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of the Hundred Acre Wood which is dispersed into numberless clustering trees and pathways, there was a bear upon which little brains invented'bother.' 
 
 That was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of `` bothering,'' but nevertheless it was only a minute. 
 
 After a fear of heffalumps had drawn a few gasps, the forest's fervor cooled and congealed, and the beastly apparitions had to die. - One silly little bear might invent such a fable, and yet one would still not have adequately illustrated how foolish, how honey-driven and temporary, the fear of an unknown looks within nature. 
 
 There were hillside adventures and stick races during which it did not exist. And when it is all over with the end of playing in the Wood, nothing will have happened. For this unbridled fear of figures has no additional mission, which would lead it beyond the edge of the forest. 
 
 Rather, it is a figment created by you and I, and its honey and bear takes it so solemnly - as though the trees and land's axis turned within it. 
 
 For this `` bother'' contains within itself the most flattering estimation of the value of caring; a concern for friends is the most general effect of such `` bother,'' but even in its most particular effects contain within themselves something of the same altruistic characters.
