No More
What does your conscience say? —
“You shall
become
the person you are.”
–excerpt The Gay Science, Book 3, Section 270 by Friedrich Nietzsche
My mind is numb, as if tantalized by just a taste of what is badly needed. Like the promise of rain, in the midst of a drought. Dry ground, dormant grass would benefit from a soaking rain. Any moisture at all, even what dampens the surface is better than nothing. Yet, television meteorologists invariably report the grim harbingers of climate change with a jokey demeanor, “happy faces” gesturing toward the colorful graphic. Are they on marionette strings? I feel nausea. Something is not right. It is mid-June. The heat of summer awaits. And happy faces all around…
Now this tune by Alice Cooper, No More Mr. Nice Guy. Never thought that I’d like this one… The tune echoes in my psyche lately.
