Theory of chance. The soul, a selective and self-nourishing entity, extremely shrewd and perpetually creative (this creative force is usually overlooked!) is conceived only as passive. To recognize the active force, the creative force among the contingencies: chance itself is only the clash of creative impulses. –excerpt The Will To Power, II, bk. 4,…
February 3rd, and bitter cold outside. The number of patrons increase, in the warmth here at Starbucks. I have no gut-feel of direction as to what to write; just awareness of being lost in a vast sea, for now, on the surface of an incomprehensible uncertainty. All that I know is important for my…
We should reconsider cruelty and open our eyes… Almost everything we call “higher culture” is based upon the spiritualization and deepening of cruelty: This is my proposition. That wild beast has not really been killed; it lives and flourishes, it has merely become — divine. What constitutes the painful voluptuousness of tragedy is cruelty;…
Wednesday morning, early and the sun has yet to rise. It’s winter after all. Doubting that sleep would return at 5AM, after dressing and the routine bowl of cheerios, here I am at Starbucks. This morning I anticipate traveling for a last time to my friend Al Lykin’s home. Al died subsequent to a…
Sunny and zero degrees F outside. You’d think that on such a chill winter’s day the warm-blooded would be conserving energy, hibernating, or ensconced in a safe habitat. And we should call every truth false that is not accompanied by at least one laugh. –excerpt Thus Spoke Zarathustra, pt. 1, Reading and Writing, By…
A real man wants two things:danger and play. Therefore he wants womanas the most dangerous plaything. –excerpt Thus Spoke Zarathustra, pt. 1, On Little Old and Young Woman, by Friedrich Nietzsche Nietzsche, a prolific writer throughout his professional life, said many outrageous things, a challenge to life-as-we-know-it. Reading Nietzsche, I have learned to be…
Memory. How crucial, even sublime is the faculty of memory. In the pre-dawn I dreamed. I was back at my childhood home. Perhaps it was only a fragment, a sliver of sensation. I saw, or better expressed, felt that I was in the hallway of the old house where I grew up, living…
January 28 at 9AM is showing 19 degrees F outside and snow is coming. Starbucks is filled with the “Saturday crowd,” the atmosphere infused with the babble of voices. Life goes on — until it doesn’t. I read this in the New York Times summary of the news which is received by email daily:…
We are not thinking frogs, nor objectifying and registering mechanisms with their innards removed: ceaselessly we have to give birth to our thoughts out of our pain, and maternally, endow them with all that we have of blood, heart, fire, joy, passion, torment, conscience, and fate. –Excerpt, The Gay Science, Preface §3, by Friedrich…
One kind of man will risk nothing, another wants risks. Are we others contemptuous of life? On the contrary, we instinctively seek life raised to a higher power, life lived in danger— but that, to repeat it, does not mean we want to be more virtuous than others. Pascal, for example, wanted to risk…
