Nietzsche would say.
In the solitude of his mountain cave Zarathustra has a dream:
Why was I so startled in my dream that I awoke? Did not a child step up to me, carrying a mirror?
"O Zarathustra," the child said to me, "look at yourself in the mirror."
But when I looked into the mirror I cried out, and my heart was shaken: for it was not myself I saw, but a devil's grimace and scornful laughter. Verily, all-too-well do I understand the sign and admonition of the dream: my teaching is in danger; weeds pose as wheat. My enemies have grown powerful and have distorted my teaching till those dearest to me must be ashamed of the gifts I gave them. I have lost my friends; the hour has come to seek my lost ones.
Friedrich Nietzsche Thus Spoke Zarathustra Part II; The Child with the Mirror