One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star | |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 728738 United States 07/21/2009 11:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 548825Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man. 'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?' thus asks the last man, and blinks. The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man, who makes everything small. His race is as ineradicable as the flea; the last man lives longest. 'We have invented happiness,'say the last men, and they blink. They have left the regions where it was hard to live, for one needs warmth. One still loves one's neighbor and rubs against him, for one needs warmth... One still works, for work is a form of entertainment. But one is careful lest the entertainment be too harrowing. One no longer becomes poor or rich: both require too much exertion. Who still wants to rule? Who obey? Both require too much exertion. No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse. 'Formerly, all the world was mad,' say the most refined, and they blink... One has one's little pleasure for the day and one's little pleasure for the night: but one has a regard for health. 'We have invented happiness,' say the last men, and they blink." F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra "Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds." -"It's an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 728738 United States 07/21/2009 12:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently All my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe... Circles they grow and they swallow people whole Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul And so it goes... Don't come closer or I'll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you... Everyone I come across, in cages they bought They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts I'm alive... Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere Underneath my being is a road that disappeared Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead Overhead... Leave it to me as I find a way to be Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me Guaranteed |