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In peaceful conditions, my war-like self turned on myself.
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I'll be updating this very soon--it'll be a newer stab at the flux.
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"I suddenly awoke in the midst of this dream, but only to the consciousness that I am dreaming and that I must go on dreaming lest I perish, as a sleepwalker must go on dreaming lest he fall" (Dear Fritz, Joyful Wisdom 54). |
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"And do you know what ”the world” is to me? Shall I show it to you in my mirror? This world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expand itself but only transforms itself...a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back...this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self-creating, the eternally self-destroying, this mystery world of the voluptuous desire, my ”beyond good and evil”, without goal, unless the joy of the circle itself is a goal...Do you want a name for this world? A solution for all its riddles? A light for you, too, you best concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly men?...This world is will to power--and nothing besides! And you, you yourselves are will to power--and nothing besides!" (Dear Fritz, WP 1067) |
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