Posts Tagged ‘Nietzsche’

waiting for the sun

February 4th, 2009

waiting for the sun, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.

When Zarathustra had said these words he became silent, like one who has not yet said his last word; long he weighed his staff in his hand, lost in doubt. At last he spoke thus, and the tone of his voice had changed.

Now I go alone, my disciples. You too go now, alone. Thus I want it. Verily, I counsel you: go away from me and resist Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he deceived you.

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day? Beware, lest a statue slay you.

You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra? You are my believers – but what matter all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves: and you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little.

Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you. Verily, my brothers, with different eyes shall I then seek my lost ones; with a different love shall I then love you.

And once again you shall become my friends and the children of a single hope – and then shall I be with you the third time, that I may celebrate the great noon with you.

And that is the great noon when man stands in the middle of his way between beast and the overman, and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope for it is the way to a new morning.

Then will he who goes under bless himself for being the one who goes over and beyond; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at high noon for him.

‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live!’ – on that great noon, let this be our last will.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

- Also sprach Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche

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free . to . choose

November 30th, 2008

free . to . choose, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.

There’s a hum in the air. I’m sure I can hear it. I can feel it. It’s so loud, it hurts my mind. I’m numb, I can’t take my mind off it, I don’t know what to do about it. No one can help me. No one else can even hear it. I’m writing this down. In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of notime, with no thought in my head. Only the humming in the air around me, and footsteps approaching.

Who is it? I can’t see. It’s dark. “Who is it!?”, I shout. The darkness laughs back in silence. Am I awake, or is this a dream? What does it mean, to be awake, if this is being awake? What does it mean to be dreaming, if this is a dream? If this is a dream, whose dream is it? It can’t be mine. It must be someone else’s dream. But how can that be? Can you be awake, can you be aware, in someone else’s dream?

The mind shudders to accept what should not be.

A light approaches. No. It’s not approaching. It’s fading away. Should I follow? I’m afraid. Being in the darkness for so long I now fear the light. Do I stay here and wait? Do I follow the light?

I move towards it. The hum grows stronger. Am I doing the right thing? The hum reverberates in my head. The light dancing on my eyes breathes new horror with each flicker. But it’s all in my mind. I’m sure I have to follow this light. I walk.

There’s a door, made of blinding light. I walk through. It’s light everywhere. Bright, white, blinding light. I keep walking. I look around, I look back. There’s nothing there. It’s all light now. Only a speck of darkness in all of it. The dark door from which I emerged.

The humming starts again. It dawns on me then. I am lost.

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and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds

July 12th, 2008



and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds

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“This life as you live it now and have lived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number, and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you and everything in the same series and sequence — and in the same way this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and this same way this moment and I myself. The eternal hour glass of existence will be turned again and again — and you with it, you dust of dust!”

- Friedrich Nietzsche

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How does time connect to death? the real translation of “and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds,” is “and I am time, the destroyer of Worlds.”

kinda reminds you of Lovecraft’s

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”

no?
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