the walls are closing in
but the brightest light shines:
the old crowd is leaving
and the kids are taking over.
I see her mouth and hands everywhere;
like a joker in the deck
it knows no boundaries
and finds a home with everyone.
I haven’t looked
and the walls are gone
there are new ones
but i can’t see what I don’t know exists.
she probably won’t be home for a while,
if ever,
but the door is unlocked
and I calmly sit, reading.
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- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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