Thursday, December 18, 2008

ice & blood (III)


Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

F. Nietzsche, from Thus Spake Zarathustra.


Yes, it's somewhat sad to realise how nowadays few(er) people write - and live and love - fearless, authentic, defiant, uncalculating, 'with their own blood'. As if everything, life itself, could be contained in little sealed-off boxes. Aseptic.

Cold comfort!

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