The Evolution of the Nietzschean Reader: Over the past 3 years, just from the moving about from a place to the next, I have in perfect memory about four desk which I have sat to read, write and the other more lets say adolescent activities. More than anything, what I remember each desk for are the times which Ive banged it with my palm when suddenly taken by the piercing wit of Neitszches ideas (though I still struggle with spelling his name). Blame it on the testosterones that banging is my choice reaction to being so thoroughly moved - but great ideas will do that to ya. Anywho, its gotten to a point now where I no longer bang: if at least for the sake of my hand, my reaction to his even more charged visions is moreso a sigh, closing the book and tossing it aside across the table in a mere I cant even, I can not begin to even. I think thats the evolution of any thorough infatuation - that violent reactions should give way to salivating shrugs, to this guys too deep, i need to go for a walk. But man he really is too deep, its kinda embarrassing to have you mind blown to frequently, to be consistently penetrated by a guy whos been dead for a century. Friedrich Nietzsche
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 02:59:36 +0000
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