A Nietzschean “Creation myth” might be: existence began with an act of divine Destruction.
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The Word, seen in its true Sense, is itself Force, itself Deed. For the Word is a Verb rather than a Noun–a Name for a Work, a Doing–an Act… Must a Writer not be an Actor, a Pretender? Unto the Real World Stage, then!
AT THIS POINT I CAN NO LONGER STAND MY CAPITALS AMONG A LOWER CASE AUDIENCE. AND LOWER CASE, WITH ALL THE SUBTLETY OF PUNCTUATION… BUT NO, I WILL NOT PRETEND THAT I’M ADVANCED ENOUGH TO DO WITHOUT PUNCTUATION, EVEN AS I WON’T PRETEND TO BE ABLE TO WRITE LATIN OR GREEK. THIS NIETZSCHEAN AGE IS TOO MUCH STILL A BEGINNING. LIKE MY SELF-IMPOSED EXILE FROM THE WORLD OF TONAL MUSIC–AND MY TONAL FAVOURITES WERE ALREADY AN ODD SELECTION!–, THIS WAY OF WRITING IS AN EXPERIENT IN TAKING THINGS COLD AND SLOW.*
- 'TIS A SUBTLETY THAT I’VE BEEN WRITING IN ALL-CAPS FOR YEARS: NAMELY, WHEN WRITING AS OPPOSED TO TYPING–LITERALLY WRITING! MY HANDWRITING WAS JUST TOO BAD. KALLIGRAPHY BE DAMED!–SOMETHING FOR DAMES…
IF MY CAPITALIZATION MAKES ME “SOUND” LIKE I’M SHOUTING, MY “BORINGNESS” MAY SERVE TO COMPENSATE. MY PASSION DEMANDS IT. BUT I’VE BEEN THINKING THIS MAY NOW FINALLY IMPEL ME TO EMBRACE THE ILLUSION OF NEGATIVITY: DARKNESS, DEATH, UGLINESS… I’VE ALWAYS DRAWN THE LINE AT UGLINESS, AND THEREBY AT DEATH. TO ME, DARKNESS, DEEPEST BLACKNESS ITSELF WAS A MOST ATTRACTIVE FORCE EVEN IN THE MOST BEATIFUL COLOUR SPECTRUM. THE SHADOW OF NIGHT… [TYPO IN “BEAUTIFUL” NOTED.]
I JUST INDULGED–WELL, ALMOST COMPLETELY INDULGED–IN A POEM ON THE UNDERGROUND WALL. BUT THOUGH I MAY FLY STRAIGHT BACK TO MODAL MUSIC, I MAY NOT DENY SUCH ROOTS. EVEN NOW I’M LISTENING TO UMA MOHAN, WHOSE WAS THE FIRST MODAL MUSIC THAT MIGHT HAVE MOVED ME TO TEARS. I WILL NOT DENY THAT PASSION, BUT NOR THAT SUCH PASSION IS FOR RELATIVE BEGINNERS. IN THE SENSE OF A HIGH CULTURE ETC…
I’VE SAID IT BEFORE, BUT THERE’S A PASSION THAT HAS LIVED ALL THE PASSION OF DEATH AND CAN ONLY LIVE THE PASSION FOR THE DEATH OF THAT PASSION NOW… AND WHEN THIS PASSION HAS DIED… ONE WITH RELIEF–THOUGH WITHOUT BREATHING A SIGH–WELCOMES SUBTLETY OF PASSION, THE SEEMING ABSENCE OF PASSION… SEEMING ONLY TO COARSE EARS, TO AMBITIOUS HEARTS. BUT IT’S ONLY WHEN THE FOOL PERSISTS IN HIS FOLLY THAT HE BECOMES WISE; AND IT’S ONLY WHEN HE’S THOUGHT WISE THAT HE BECOMES A ROD… BUT THIS FOOL, THIS ONCE PURE FOOL WHO WENT THE PATH OF THE MAGUS WILL NOW BE A ROD BY EMBRACING EVERYTHING THOUGHT NEGATIVE. HE WILL INSIST ON BEING AN IPSISSIMUS WHILE AT THE SAME TIME ONLY BEING A MAGUS TO THE IPSISSIMOSITY CALLED NIETZSCHE. IT’S A PREJUDICE THAT ALL THE NEGATIVE VALUES BELONG TOGETHER, BY THE WAY. EVIL AND BAD ARE NOT THE SAME. BUT POPULARLY, THEY ARE THOUGHT THE SAME: THEREFORE I MUST ALSO EMBRACE THE BAD. YES, “MUST”! AND NOT JUST “WILL”. NEED, THE NEGATIVE COUNTERPART OF WILL, MUST ALSO BE WILLED. THAT THE WORLD IS A COLD AND EMPTY PLACE: THAT ABSENCE IS THE GREAT INSPIRER OF THE GREAT FIRE THAT IS THIS UNIVERSE. FEAR: THAT IS THE AWFUL FEELING INFLAMING ALL OF US. THE HORROR OF THE REAL. BUT WAIT, DIDN’T I JUST DESCRIBE THE REAL AS THAT GREAT FIRE, AS OPPOSED TO THE COLD DARKNESS WHICH IS IDEAL [AN IDEA]? HELL IS OTHER BEINGS. IT ONLY BECOMES HEAVENLY WHEN YOU EMBRACE YOURSELF AS ONE OF THESE HELL-BEINGS. THEN YOU ARE INDEED ONE OF THE SATYRS.