posted February 10, 2010 03:29 PM         

Shakespeare, for instance, was on a level with his genius, but Nietzsche "happened" to Nietzsche, like some fantastic, psychedelic trip. Granted, the latter is, -- at least, to my mind,-- far more interesting, and very far from a fool (though he was fooled). His genius surpassed Shakespeare's, but, to his own astonishment, to the perdition of his philosophy, and, ultimately, to madness, it also surpassed himself.

So vast, so rich, and so abyssmal was Nietzsche's daemon, that he lived in danger and in fear of dissolving into God. If he aggressively asserted some of the most aggressive assertions, it was only in a desperate attempt to maintain his ego, and his sanity. Gifted and cursed with tremendous empathy, impressionability, and sensitivity to the perspectives of others, he wanted only an identity -- but the most solid and secure identity he could envision.

He was more of a mystic than the mystics, and his roots gripped the earth as they do when the plant is pulled. Nietzsche refused to die, in the mystical sense. He would not be reaped, and the only fruit he determined to give would be his own. This is why his "rich gifts wax poor". Had he surrendered, -- had he surrendered -- he might have been a greater Christ than Christ.

posted February 10, 2010 08:44 PM         

I remember when, I remember
I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice

Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you,
who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart
To lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember
Is thinking, I want to be like them

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little
It looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done