"THERE is always one too many about me"- thinks the hermit. "Always one and one- eventually that makes two!"
I and me are always too deeply in conversation: how could I endure it, if there were not a friend?
The friend of the hermit is always the third one: the third one is the float which prevents the conversation of the two from sinking into the depth.
Ah! there are too many depths for all hermits. Therefore, do they long so much for a friend and his height.
Our faith in others betrays* that we would rather have faith in ourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer*.
One ought still to honor the enemy in one's friend. Can you go near to your friend, and not go over to him?
You would wear no raiment before your friend? It is in honor of your friend that you show yourself to him as you are? But he sends you to the devil for that!
There is comradeship: may there be friendship!
Thus spoke Zarathustra.

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* betray ↻ reveal

Interesting selection, almost like a 'geometry' of relationships. Not to agree and be comrade, but to disagree profoundly in the space where 'ideas' are stripped of comfort and unity, therefore each equally to lose the raiment of ego psychology, to be 'uneached'.