“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
Zarathustra on darkness, depth, and selective intimacy.
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
This is a filter.
Not a confession, not a plea.
A filter for the worthy.
Zarathustra defines himself as overwhelming, dense, impenetrable.
He makes no apology for it.
He is not “hard to understand.”
He is a forest. A night. A terrain that breaks the timid.
This quote speaks to anyone who has built layers,
not out of fear, but out of self-respect.
The depth isn’t decoration.
It’s defense.
He doesn't promise ease.
He promises reward only to those who endure discomfort.
The roses are not visible from the path.
They're hidden beneath weight, silence, and shadow.
Most won’t go far enough.
Most don’t deserve to.
This isn’t just about love or friendship.
It’s about how truth itself is structured.
The shallow don’t reach it.
The fearful bounce off the surface.
Only those who face darkness without flinching
earn access to beauty that doesn’t exist elsewhere.
If someone fears your intensity,
your contradictions,
your silence,
your fire,
your logic,
your shadow,
let them walk away.
You are not the problem.
They are not ready.
Let the weak chase flowers in the sun.
You keep blooming in the dark.