(Source: bored-im)
An “I hate nature” documentary.
Escaping Criticism, 1874
by Pere Borrell del Caso
Oil on canvas
Collection Banco de España, Madrid
You will not be saved by what was left
written by the ones your fear implores;
you are not the others and now you find
yourself in the center of a labyrinth
your steps designed. The agony of Jesus
will not save you, nor of Socrates, nor
strong, golden Siddhartha who accepted death
in a garden as the sun was going down.
Every word you have written turns to dust,
as does every word your mouth has spoken.
In Hades there is no such thing as pity
and God’s night is endless and infinite.
You are made of time, which never ceased.
You are every solitary instant.”
I just realized upon taking off my clothes for the daily shower that my whole body is peeling off. That is what happens when you spend the whole day at the pool and forget your sunscreen.
Some birds are blinded so that they may sing more beautifully; I do not think the men of today sing more beautifully than their grandfathers, but I know that they have been blinded.
—Friedrich Nietzsche
“The desire for suffering. - When I think of the desire to do something, how it continually tickles and stimulates millions who cannot endure themselves and all their ennui - I conceive that there must be a desire in them to suffer something, in order to derive from their suffering a worthy motive for acting, for doing something.
Distress is necessary! Hence the cry of politicians, hence the many false, trumped-up, exaggerated “states of distress” of all possible kinds, and the blind readiness to believe in them.
This young world desires that there should arrive or appear from the outside - not happiness - but misfortune; and their imagination is already busy beforehand to form a monster out of it so that they may afterwards be able to fight with a monster.
If these distress seekers felt or sought the power to benefit themselves, to do something for themselves from internal sources, they would also understand how to create a distress of their own, specially and indigenously their own, from internal sources.
Their inventions might then be more refined and their gratifications might sound like good music: while otherwise and at present they fill the world with their cries of distress, and consequently too often with the mere feeling of distress in the first place!
They do not know what to make of themselves - and so they paint the misfortune of others on the wall; they always need others! And always again others!
Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.”
Friedrich Nietzsche. 56. Book First. The Gay Science.
