But someday, in a stronger age than this decaying, self-doubting present, he must yet come to us, the redeeming man, of great love and contempt, the creative spirit whose compelling stregnth will not let him rest in any aloofness or any beyond, whose isolation is misunderstood by the people as if it were flight from reality -- while it is only has absorption, immersion, penetration into reality, so that, when he one day emerges again into the light, he may bring home the redemption of this reality; its redemption from the curse that the hitherto reigning ideal has laid upon it, the great nausea, the will to nothingness, nihilism; this bell-stroke of noon and of the great decision that liberates the will again and restores its goal to the earth and his hope to man: this Antichrist and Antinihilist; this victor over God and nothingness -- he must come one day. -- Friedrich Nietzsche "The Antichrist" |
You inspire me.
You inspire me like...
There will come a day when,
as you lie in a drunken slumber...
Each tender caress
makes every fiber in my body...
I thought I'd write a love poem
because I couldn't ever tell you this...
It's been so long since I've lifted a pen -- there...
If there is love, it is a cruel love -- a powerful...
Somehow my mind has slipped away from me.
Once again my eyes strain-- I search for it like I...
"Il est indigne des grands coeurs de repandre...
There will come a day...
"Old people are like toilet paper. |
Love and Hate are very seperate emotions, |
Remember you promised me |