MC
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
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| Introduction | I am not an artist. I am a curious observer. With the willingness to document my findings and my theories. Nothing less and nothing, but striving to be, more. |
| Favorite movies | Higher than love of your neighbor is love of the farthest and future ones; higher still than love to men, is love to things and phantoms. The phantom that runs on before you, my brother, is fairer than you; why do you not give to it your flesh and your bones? But you are afraid, and run to your neighbor. You cannot endure yourselves and do not love yourselves sufficiently: so you seek to mislead your neighbor into love, to gild yourselves with his error. If only you could not endure any kinds of neighbors; then you would have to create your friend and his overflowing heart out of yourselves. You call in a witness when you want to speak well of yourselves; and when you have misled him to think well of you, you also think well of yourselves. Not only does he lie, who speaks when he knows better, but more so, he who speaks when he knows nothing. And thus you speak of yourselves, and lie to your neighbor with yourselves. Thus says the fool: "Association with men spoils the character, especially when one has none." The one goes to his neighbor because he seeks himself, and the other because he would rather lose himself. Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. It is the farthest ones who pay for your love to the near ones; and even when there are five of you together, there is always a sixth who must die. |
| Favorite music | "He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd. The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain. Lo, that same conscience created that pain; and the last gleam of that conscience still glows on your affliction. But you would go the way of your affliction, which is the way to yourself? Then show me your right and your strength to do so! Are you a new strength and a new right? A first motion? A self-rolling wheel? Can you even compel the stars to revolve around you? Alas! there is so much lusting for loftiness! There are so many convulsions of the ambitious! Show me that you are not a lusting and ambitious one! Alas! there are so many great thoughts that do nothing more than the bellows: they inflate, and make emptier than ever. Free, do you call yourself? Then I would hear your ruling thought, and not merely that you have escaped from a yoke. Are you one of those who had the right to escape from a yoke? Many a one has cast away his last worth when he has cast away his servitude. Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! But your fiery eyes should tell me: free for what? |
| Favorite books | Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law? Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude. Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished. But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!" One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!" |
If mud is dirt plus water, what is clay?
How I thank my morning-dream that I thus at today's dawn, weighed the world! As a humanly good thing did it come to me, this dream and heart-comforter! And that I may do the like by day, and imitate and copy its best, now will I put the three worst things on the scales, and weigh them humanly well. --