My dear friend, I would like to ask you: do you think we can acquire knowledge of the existence of, and even experience this world which we call esoteric, this world which we talk about highly and kingly with our whole vocabularies of adoration and anointment, this religious frequency of reality which is constituted immaterially, and which, as a natural effect of this, is obfuscated gnostically in the libraries of human experience? I think yes, but you should give it a thought yourself.

Yes, God is the via negativa of everyday life; God is surely a god of the gaps; and contrary to popular perception, this is not a counter-argument against the existence of God, which so many people seem to believe, but indeed, as far as I am concerned anyway, it is the very definition of it all ― the endless negative theology. Kierkegaard was right ― the essence of God is the unprovability of God! That is the fucking point... in the jungle of theology all is a night of danger, of misconception, of panic and of confusion! I am so sick and tired of people propagating their fucking “love and solace” hippie gods… God is Terror! And Gods’ questions arise like flowers from soil where corpses are buried.

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.