Natality
A spring morning is yet one more delectable indication of the natality of the world. Nothing is fixed, unmoved, but all is in motion, the exuberance of growth, a driving trajectory of maximum expression. Perhaps that sentence is nonsense. What is my basis for knowing anything? When I know, I make the claim with confidence, warranted or not.
Perhaps it’s no more than an overture to you, to join me in affirming what “we” take to be real. Join me to celebrate the freshness of this spring morning, the single blossom of blue in the semi-wild section of our backyard. What is alive moves, and I assume the inorganic moves too in it’s own way, but to a lesser degree. That is, boulders too, placed at odd intervals, reciprocate with the aggressive twining ground cover, also vibrate in concert with thermal change of daylight and darkness.
Above all,
a living thing
wants to discharge its strength
– life itself is will to power
–: self-preservation is only one
of the indirect and most frequent consequences
of this.
Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by Judith Norman, aphorism 13
