February 20th feels midwinter. The exterior temperature registered two degrees this morning, though day by day there is more daylight. Waking at 6AM now is rising in the dawn, rather than dark of night. What do I mean by “middle of winter”?

Certainly I intend this human’s embodied experience of winter 2025. I did not identify the beginning and end dates of winter to calculate the mid point. I did not gather someone else’s research about the angle of the earth’s axis relative to the period of the planet’s parabolic encirclement of the sun. Nothing of science, of data interpretation was meant at all.

The statement was a self description of the state-of-mind/body situated within a vehicle, traveling due north on Randall Road toward Starbucks, an evaluative expression, – of and within this layered, changing magnificence and terror that I know as “life”.

The squirrels busy to find and consume seeds fallen from the backyard bird feeder have an other-than-human interpretation of experience. Imagine what it would say, if a squirrel could describe “life”!

These thoughts, and especially those found in Nietzsche’s notes reassure, nudge me toward psychological acceptance of the verbal melange, swirling, kaleidoscope-like around us all. Much reportage, especially declarations erupting from the shit-poster-in-chief, eg. that Volodymyr Zelensky/Ukraine is at fault for starting the war with Russia. Or the mention in today’s New York Times of the President’s attempt to end congestion traffic pricing in New York city. Trump, in a social media post announcing the congestion pricing decision, wrote about himself: “LONG LIVE THE KING!”

Every life-form inhabits and cobbles together it’s own valuation, interpretation of life.

I keep asking myself, and so ought you my friend:  Within what horizon do I wish to live?

The value of the world
lies in our interpretation
[that perhaps elsewhere other interpretations
than just human are possible],
that interpretations hitherto have been
perspectival evaluations
by means of which we can preserve
ourselves in life,
that is, in will to power
and for the growth of power.

That every enhancement of humanity
brings with it the overcoming
of narrower interpretations,
that every strengthening
and broadening of power
that is attained
opens up
new perspectives
and calls for belief in new horizons
-this idea runs throughout my writings.

The world that concerns us is false;
that is, has no factual substance to it,
but is rather a poetic filling in and rounding out,
of a meager sum of observations;
it is “in flux,”
as something becoming,
as a constantly sliding and shifting fabrication
that never approaches the truth;

For there is no “truth.”

Will To Power, by Friedrich Nietzsche, (published 1906, posthumously from notes) aphorism 616

How about a tune, a song to steady us on our journey? This one seems just right for our situation: Under Pressure by Freddie Mercury & Queen.