I see the sun rising; I hardly sleep, else if I do I sleep for days at a time.
There is no one else like me out there. I suppose we all feel that way at times; but I suspect most deal with it by abandoning their individuality or altering it so much as to be one with the herd. The more I read Nietzsche, the more I can understand why it is important to cull the herd.
I feel sad for those who lose their selves to appease the herd. But in another way; I should despise them; for they lack autonomy. One cannot treat that which has no autonomy as a being that has rights; do we talk of pencils having rights?