Don’t believe it’s too late
Be unrelenting when pursuing your fate
And if at any moment it seems unclear
Have no fear, the best is still there
Read this words and tattoo their meanings on your soul
Never look out of yourself for what will make you whole
Be at ease and breath in the light and fresh air
Float out of strife and never forget that grace is always near
Darling would you be reborn for me
I’m growing weary having not seen you in so long
I promise that despite my faults you would be free
I’m dying slowly and I don’t know how I can hold on
Your hand in mine makes this self come alive
I know I’ve shunned intimacy and you must think me a pretender
But this body has had to devise various stratagems to survive
And here I confess that this heart demands something tender
In the spirit of wild roses plucked to deliver to a wife
I’ve blossomed to reveal these secrets under the night’s skies
So let heaven be witness to a passion on which I stake this life
Because no stars light up the world like the shine I find in your eyes
This is what I’ve previously communicated in whispers
For a fear of being misunderstood and to save face
But how may this heart begin to know you whilst being an over thinker
Here, I must resist hammering on, let me give you some space
13/02/2025-11/03/2025
They tore me apart and left the ocean in my eyes
A love clot buried deep in my heart,
How do I live on when what I love, by my hand dies?
How else can my fractured mind confess to truth
When what the world wants is more and more lies?
I’m an island; inhabited but alone
Even though once I had been called man
This world no longer feels like home
I’ve dreamt of a heart from which love would never part
But what is freedom worth if it’s all my own?
This is the prayer I will in my being
With strength enough to raise the seas
“That nature remains, in spite of time
A gay reality unbereft of life’s glee
Technicolor filled skies and love among all human beings”
Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen), is a work of philosophical fiction written by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche
November 2023 – June 2024
This book defies gravity in its impact, though my experience reading it was both a joy and a challenge to endure.
I felt the author’s genius pulling me in, transforming me into a disciple of the titular character as I delved deeper into its pages.
The proclamation that ‘God is dead, and we killed him’ sent shivers down my spine, as the author’s elaborations revealed the profound ongoing implications of these words in today’s world. He expressed a profound love for life and worldly things, advocating for brotherhood and community while also extolling the virtues of solitude for communion with nature and oneself—a radical individualism.
But what resonated most with me was the underlying joy in his philosophy, often misunderstood. It advocates for a will to live even in the face of tragedy and a world devoid of meaning, and to transcend traditional notions of good and evil. He challenges humanity to surpass itself, to strive and even find humor in the struggle, to prove worthy of the metaphorical murder of God and perhaps pave the way for the Overman (Übermensch).
I sensed a subtle invitation to harness a power that could resurrect a personal deity, not defined by commandments but by personal will—their own ‘God,’ if you will. It took me six months to navigate this book (with many re-reads), and I’m certain I’ll return to it many more times.
In this review, I’ve barely scratched the surface of Nietzsche’s profound insights, and I highly recommend engaging directly with his thoughts through this book. He’s an unconventional companion, but an immensely rewarding one.
Reading this, I truly felt I had encountered a masterpiece.
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