More from Friedrich Nietzsche…

To live alone
one must be an animal or a god, says Aristotle.
But you can be both
–a philosopher.

Twilight of the Idols, “Epigrams and Maxims,” Section 3

Philosophy offers an asylum to a man
into which no tyranny can force its way,
the inward cave, the labyrinth of the heart
–and that annoys the tyrants.

Untimely Meditations, “Schopenhauer as Educator,” Section 3

Thoughts
are the shadows of our feelings
–always darker,
emptier, simpler.

The Gay Science, Book III, Section 179

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As for a tune to secure our journey today, this will serve us well.  A Whiter Shade of Pale performed by Annie Lennox.

A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, “There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see”
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale…

Lyrics by Gary Brooker, Keith Reid