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Before leaving the VR I tuck a cigarette behind my ear as a statement of self-conscious fakeness. I see my Nietzschean friend Will (could there be a better name for a Nietzschean?) sitting at the bar. He says to me:
"Do you even smoke?"
"No."
"So you're doing that anyway?"
"Yeah."
"So it's just a look?"
"Yeah. It's just a look. It's a put on. It's not an essence."
"Right! I don't believe in essences anyway!"
"There you go."
"Well... except the Will-to-Power. That's kind of an essence."
"If it's an essence, we don't need to talk about it, do we?"
At this point Backy takes a bow, and flies off.
"Do you even smoke?"
"No."
"So you're doing that anyway?"
"Yeah."
"So it's just a look?"
"Yeah. It's just a look. It's a put on. It's not an essence."
"Right! I don't believe in essences anyway!"
"There you go."
"Well... except the Will-to-Power. That's kind of an essence."
"If it's an essence, we don't need to talk about it, do we?"
At this point Backy takes a bow, and flies off.