“On this perfect day, when everything is ripening and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked forward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my forty-fourth year today; I had the right to bury it; whatever was life in it has been saved, is immortal. The first book of the Revaluation of All Values, the Songs of Zarathustra, the Twilight of the Idols, my attempt to philosophize with a hammer—all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole life?—and so I tell my life to myself.”
"It was during the years of my lowest vitality that I ceased to be a pessimist. The instinct of self-preservation forbade me a philosophy of poverty and discouragement. As it were, that is how those years appear to me now. I soon discovered life anew…including myself. I turned my will to health, to life, into a philosophy … into the will to power.”
Thank you. I will and I love that.
And what you just said - might come just a wee bit closer to a god that I might believe in if I wasn’t agnostic…“you figure it out”. Now that would be a god who actually values what it is which was created, in my book.
arc please look at the father god post…you can make up something you believe in and call it a god…most people will not accept this but who gives a ------
Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.
~St. Augustine