||[Aug. 27th, 2006|01:04 pm]
Ive been reading a lot of Nietzsche lately. I remember when I used to constantly steep myself in his books, and the old feelings that he once cast over me are reemerging, but in a new light. My thinking used to dwell more in his ideas of morality and god, but recent developments and revelations have made his ideas of Amor Fati and Eternal Recurrence more.. comforting. |
Amor Fati (love of fate): "My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be other than it is, not in the future, not in the past, not in all eternity. Not merely to endure that which happens of necessity, still less to dissemble it... but to love it."
Eternal Recurrence: This is the idea that everything repeats itself over and over again throughout eternity since: 1. neither matter nor energy are created or destroyed, 2. the past reaches back to infinity, 3. natural selection accounts for human evolution (rather then a designed, divine purpose), therefore: every possible configuration of the universe has occurred an infinite number of times. If this is true, then you must ask yourself: Do I live my life as if every act, every moment of every day could be repeated with joy? Or does this notion strap me with a burden of nausea? I cannot answer this question, for the answer would make me sad. However, I am determined to try, to remake MY world in MY image, to be able to smile in the company of the moment, and not turn away in disgust towards an idealized future.
To distance myself from the past, not with hatred and resentment, but lightly, and with joy. Joy of a future which is not clouded in the weather of the past:
Every coral crumbles
And every seashell falls
And every love is broken
In the star beyond our earthly wall
As season sparkles season
So in love there grows a scar:
A knife wrapped up in rainbows
Laid in a tomb under brightening stars
In the past that weeps within us
Grows a garden of fallen things
Where the 1000 fruits of the stomach tree
Ingests the sadness a single root brings
Where anger hushes sadness
And Remembrance is crowned a Vampire-King
Oh, speak to me of happy things!