“Every profound thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood. The latter may perhaps wound his vanity; but the former will wound his heart”. For those of us still engaged in the grand, century-old philosophical autopsy of Friedrich Nietzsche, an inexhaustible examination for which, truly, the pathologist is as much needed as the psychologist and the priest, we can’t but notice the full and unscathed shape of his heart. Press your ear to this vital organ, and listen to its deathless beat. Neither during his lifetime, nor thereafter, was it ever at risk of being wounded; no mind proved itself sufficiently sharp. Never did it face the threat of injury by which less inscrutable hearts—hearts like ours—are made to suffer.