passions define who we
are. passions stir thought into action. we are our passions.
passions are mystical
in origin and nature.
hard to grow and
maintain, passions are powerful and scandent like vines―crushingly
climbing upward the mountain towering empyrean.
they are indeed the
only compass i have yet found when it comes to orienting oneself in this world,
this life, this
existence.
don’t be a
pathetic dog―rouse the
surge of extremism within.
explore that weird and
strange cave system inside yourself, that whose entering-holes are below the
thresholds.
abolish laws for
yourself except for the ones you have chosen consciously: there is a
lawlessness thriving in incubation within you.
soon the egg shall
hatch―the egg which is embedded
softly but restlessly
in your passions,
in the very deepest valves of them.
radicalize yourself.
arm yourself. live yourself out.
love the others you
have chosen. kill yourself in ecstasy and in fulfillment and accomplishment of your
existential mission.
direct your own fate in front of you.
amor fati.
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