New Years Resolution
Let us look each other in the face.
Here is my happiness - Beyond death, my life is my happiness. I am well aware how remote I have become, but I have discovered my happiness, the knowledge of it from ages in the labyrinth. Who else has found it? You?
To throw off this type of modernity that makes me ill, I refuse lazy peace, cowardly compromise, this tolerance and largesse of the heart that forgives everything because it understands. Rather live amid my shadows than among modern conventions and other such sick virtue! I am brave enough, I won't spare you, nor will I spare myself unkind scrutiny, I took a long time in finding where to direct my power. I have been dismal, I have been a fatalist. Now untethered, I am of my own.
My fate has always been fullness, tension, the storing up of power. Now I thirst for lightning and great deeds, to keep as far as possible from the happiness of the weakling, from resignation. There is thunder in my air, beware as I manifest it's electricity. The formula for my happiness: a creation, a denial, a straight line, a goal.
What is my good?
Whatever augments my power, my will, power itself in me.
What is my evil?
Whatever is born of weakness.
What is my happiness?
When power increases, when resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; not virtue, but efficiency.
What is most harmful to me?
Sympathy for the ignorant and the weak.
Let us look each other in the face.
Here is my happiness - Beyond death, my life is my happiness. I am well aware how remote I have become, but I have discovered my happiness, the knowledge of it from ages in the labyrinth. Who else has found it? You?
To throw off this type of modernity that makes me ill, I refuse lazy peace, cowardly compromise, this tolerance and largesse of the heart that forgives everything because it understands. Rather live amid my shadows than among modern conventions and other such sick virtue! I am brave enough, I won't spare you, nor will I spare myself unkind scrutiny, I took a long time in finding where to direct my power. I have been dismal, I have been a fatalist. Now untethered, I am of my own.
My fate has always been fullness, tension, the storing up of power. Now I thirst for lightning and great deeds, to keep as far as possible from the happiness of the weakling, from resignation. There is thunder in my air, beware as I manifest it's electricity. The formula for my happiness: a creation, a denial, a straight line, a goal.
What is my good?
Whatever augments my power, my will, power itself in me.
What is my evil?
Whatever is born of weakness.
What is my happiness?
When power increases, when resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; not virtue, but efficiency.
What is most harmful to me?
Sympathy for the ignorant and the weak.
zuki:
Miss you!