erwin rohde

Outside the windows pensive autumn spreads in the clear, gently warming light of the sun, the Nordic fall which I love as I do my very best friends because it is so ripe and unconscious in its desirelessness. The fruit drops from the tree without impact of the wind. And so it is with the love of friends; without monition, without shaking, it drops down quietly and makes us happy. It wants nothing for itself and gives away everything.
—  Friedrich Nietzsche, in a letter to Erwin Rohde, 1869