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primitive peoples and races speak in hymns, or through the 🌏 powerful approach
of spring, penetrating with joy all of nature, that those Dionysian stirrings
arise, which in their intensification lead the individual 🎁 to forget himself
completely. . . .Not only does the bond between man and man come to be forged
once again by 🏀 the magic of the Dionysian rite, but alienated, hostile, or
subjugated nature again celebrates her reconciliation with her prodigal son,
man.
- Fred Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy 🌳
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⡸⢇⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣴⢏⡉⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⠤⠧⠼⠤⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⢩⠿⣦⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣾⣅⠘⢡⠆⡴⠛⢉⣠⣤⣶⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⢯⣠⠔⠠⠚⣷⠀
⠀⣾⣿⣿⣷⣦⡞⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣤⣶⣿⣿⣷⠀
⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⠛⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤⣤ ⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠛⠋⣁⣤⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠛⠛⠿⠿⠿⠿⠛⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀