Day 3803, R.I.P.

Daily picture, Poetry

Repost from day 3175.

I sometimes wonder
out loud
inside

are memories not better
then what is happening now

is life not best viewed in hindsight

is even the best experience not consumed
by the one just following
and following
lost in the moment
leftovers in memory

is the completion
the memory of the rush
cooled down
not better

can it not be remembered over and over
like a picture on the wall

but I was wondering
when is enough
enough

are 10 good memories not enough
or 50
a 100
a 1000
?

Something else… I have written to my memory that from now on, the only good thing coming from America is Dolly Parton; the rest is just bullshit…well OK, that expression is also something of value left over from what was once called the land of the free. 

Day 3800, with many.

Daily picture, Quotes

Friedrich Nietzsche

Daybreak

Book V

530 Thinker’s digressions. -With many thinkers, the course of their thought as a whole is rigorous and inexorably bold, indeed sometimes cruel towards themselves, while in detail they are gentle and flexible; with benevolent hesitation they circle around a thing ten times, though in the end they resume their rigorous path. They are rivers with many meanderings and secluded hermitages; there are places in their course where the river plays hide-and-seek with itself and creates for itself a brief idyll, with islands, trees, grottos and waterfalls: and then it goes on again, past rocky cliffs and breaking its way through the hardest stone.

Day 3793, esprit.

Daily picture, Quotes

FriedrichNietzsche

Daybreak
Book V

524 Jealousy of the solitary. – Between sociable and solitary natures there exists this distinction (presupposing they both possess spirit!): the former will be happy, or almost happy with a thing, whatever it may be, from the moment they have found in their spirita communicable and pleasing way of expressing it – this will reconcile them to the Devil himselfl The solitary, however, have their enjoyment or their torment ofa thing in silence, they hate a clever and glittering display of their innermost problems as they hate to see their beloved too carefully dressed: they gaze at her with melancholy eyes, as though becoming prey to the suspicion she wants to appear pleasing to others! This is the jealousy which all solitary thinkers and passionate dreamers feel towards esprit.