Sunday morning. Why be “all in”, attempting a “full throttle” life all of the time? I have such conversations with myself. Sure that’s the my temptation. But, I know better. Calling a “time out,” taking some time for rest on the bench, to use a sports metaphor, is in the interest of playing the…
It [religion] consummates one’s dissatisfaction with oneself, and at that extreme point gives one satisfaction in “God.” It pushes weariness with humanity to the limit, and offers instead the image of a divine savior; It takes away one’s taste for life on earth entirely, and promotes the quest for a “higher world.” The Self-Overcoming…
Friend Zarathustra has come, the guest of guests. Now the world laughs, the great curtain is rent. The wedding day has come for light and darkness Beyond Good and Evil, by Friedrich Nietzsche, “From High Mountains: Aftersong.” I attended a second showing of The Million Dollar Quartet , at the Stolop Island Theatre in Aurora….
Sunday. What to write? I have read and am mulling over the prospect of “eternal recurrence.” This is the concluding idea from Nietzsche’s writings. I mean that everything that has happened, every human who has ever lived, every word spoken (including a roar of support for a MMA favorite, or a delicate and tentative…
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…
What the fuck are you doing? My better judgment kicks me in the shin, about what I am about to write. I reply that I just think I am obligated to recognize a person’s work no matter if I barely understand the genre. Humans owe the truth to one another. Wouldn’t you agree? To…
Saturday morning dawns a pleasant 32 degrees F. There’s a fresh snowfall. Today is a gift for our enjoyment. Weather forecast’s feature single digit days ahead. Every day is a gift, a bonus. One of the lessons which Thoreau has to teach in his writings about Walden Pond. Like a child greeting the morning…
…we have to get used to the idea there will no longer be any end, that history itself has become interminable. Thus, when we speak of the ‘end of history’, the ‘end of the political’, the ‘end of the social’, the ‘end of ideologies’, none of this is true The worst of it all…
No really! This is the final of my comments about The Dawn of Day. The writer, Nietzsche, bids that we never forget this one principle of flight. A majority of our fellows cannot fly. That I must accept. A limited few will be able to join the adventures on the horizon of thought. Best…
555. We ought to avoid events when we know that even the least important of them frequently enough leave a strong impression upon us —and these we cannot avoid. —The thinker must possess an approximate canon of all the things he still wishes to experience. These three aphorisms, or put differently, pearls of wisdom…
