remember the promise as a kid you made
the singer offers
but that kid's eyes aren't fearful like mine
ive plumbed my coffers
for a shred of him
but the light from those moments
hasn't reached my planet yet
i can't see
what allowed him to be
and why this curtain follows me
how he could see so clearly
that The Good Life needs
ignorance:
a precisely willed hand full of tar
blacking out the inane,
the Not Worth Your Time, Buddy
so that light may reach the sun-starved people
who each can see the forest for the trees
but cant look at a
beautiful
little
leaf
glistening with dew
with chemical potential
with us
i, i, i
- 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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