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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