Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
But we would collapse, Nietzsche told us, if we became thoroughly familiar with the whole of it, the whole of the suffering of existence. As we can see from those who are in the realm of suffering’s maximum–and who have collapsed. Suffering’s maximum is not the same as suffering’s whole, however, so some still stand. Our standing with them must be a preparing ourselves for the hardest. Approaching the maximum.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust