destroying) experiences, often hesitating, doubting, and dumbfounded.

In fact, the philosopher has long been mistaken and confused by the multitude, either with the scientific man and ideal scholar, or with the religiously elevated, desensualized, desecularized visionary and God-intoxicated man; and even yet when one hears anybody praised, because he lives “wisely,” or “as a philosopher,” it hardly means anything more than “prudently and apart.” Wisdom: that seems to the populace to be a kind of flight, a means and artifice for withdrawing successfully from a bad game; but the GENUINE philosopher — does it not seem so to US, my friends? — lives “unphilosophically” and “unwisely,” above all, IMPRUDENTLY, and feels the obligation and burden of a