Tag: man

We are living in a moment where we have broken the equilibrium of the planet. We are not paying attention to our intuitive side. We only pay attention to our reason. We have become an urban animal …

– Sebastiao Salgato – ( ph )

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman–a rope over an abyss.

A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an OVER-GOING and a DOWN-GOING.

I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.

I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.

I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as spirit over the bridge.

I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.

I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one’s destiny to cling to.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always bestows, and desires not to keep for himself.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: “Am I a dishonest player?”–for he is willing to succumb.

I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going.

I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goes he willingly over the bridge.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things that are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is the SUPERMAN.–

– Friedrich Nietzsche – Thus Spoke Zarathustra

There are beauties that are obvious and others that are written in hieroglyphics: it takes time to decipher their splendor but, when she appeared, she is more beautiful than beauty.

– Amélie Nothomb –

Turning in heights of invisible air, in the distance

The birds fly high …

Like weightless wanderers, keeping our hopes alive,

Only the will to survive, to survive,

To be here now.

There are no signs in the distance that lies in between us.

How can we know where to go?

Anyone’s guess,

Trust less and less what we know,

There is a city of unfathomed streets below,

Where it is best not to go

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qSybigsUjTs

Norma Winstone – Distance

So for now,

I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,

And the next time I see you,

I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,

And when I fall asleep beside you

I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,

because I don’t know if I will.

I don’t know if I will.

– Charlotte Eriksson – I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending

I want you to know one thing …

you know how this is:

if I look at the crystal moon,

at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch …

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me…

If you think it long and mad …

if each day, each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me …

in me all that fire is repeated …

my love feeds on your love …

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

– Pablo Neruda –

Ph : Oleg Oprisco