Monday, April 19, 2010

The Phoenix

The humiliation I go through when I think of my past can only be described as grace.

We are created by being destroyed.

-Franz Wright

...weave divine moments in your web...

What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you:

‘This Life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable time more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterable small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!’ Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him:

‘You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.’

-Nietzche