O But Its Been So Long (Lover You Should Have Come Over)...
ON THE WAY OF THE CREATOR
Is it your wish, my brother, to go into solitude? Is it your wish to seek the way to yourself? The linger a moment, and listen to me...
You call yourself free? Your dominant thought I want to hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke. Are you one of those who had the right to escape from a yoke? There are so who threw away their last value when they threw away their servitude.
Free from what? As if it mattered to Zarathustra! But your eyes should tell me brightly: free for what?
...Can you be your own judge and avenger of your law? Terrible it is to be alone with the judge and the avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown out into the void and into the icy breath of solitude...
There are feelings which want to kill the lonely and if they do not succeed, well, then they themselves must die. But are you capable of this- to be a murderer?
...being just to those who despise you [,] You force many to relearn about you; they charge it bitterly against you. You came close to them and yet passed them by: that they will never forgive...
And beware also of the attacks of your love! The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters. To some people you many not give your hand, only a paw: and I desire that your paw should also have claws.
But the worst enemy you can encounter will always be youself; you lie in wait for yourself in caves and woods.
Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself. And your ways leads past yourself and you seven devils. You will be a heretic to yourself and a witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and a villain. You must wish to consume yourself in your own flame: how could you wish to become new unless you had first become ashes!
Lonely one, you are going the way of the creator: you would create a god for yourself out of your seven devils.
Lonely one, you are going the way of the lover: yourself you love, and therefore you despise yourself, as only lovers despise. The lover would create because he despises. What does he know of love who did not have to despise precisely what he loved!
Go into your loneliness with your love and with your creation my brotherl and only much later will justice limp after you.
With my tears go into your loneliness, my brother. I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
Thus spoke Zarathustra...
Nietzsche/Thus Spoke Zarathustra (<---- link to entire selection)
Read. Wrestle. Respond.
"Because he himself suffered when he was tempted, he is able to help those who are being tempted." (Hebrews 2:18)
Raven
I Am Ghost/Lover's Requiem "Beyond The Hourglass"
Is it your wish, my brother, to go into solitude? Is it your wish to seek the way to yourself? The linger a moment, and listen to me...
You call yourself free? Your dominant thought I want to hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke. Are you one of those who had the right to escape from a yoke? There are so who threw away their last value when they threw away their servitude.
Free from what? As if it mattered to Zarathustra! But your eyes should tell me brightly: free for what?
...Can you be your own judge and avenger of your law? Terrible it is to be alone with the judge and the avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown out into the void and into the icy breath of solitude...
There are feelings which want to kill the lonely and if they do not succeed, well, then they themselves must die. But are you capable of this- to be a murderer?
...being just to those who despise you [,] You force many to relearn about you; they charge it bitterly against you. You came close to them and yet passed them by: that they will never forgive...
And beware also of the attacks of your love! The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters. To some people you many not give your hand, only a paw: and I desire that your paw should also have claws.
But the worst enemy you can encounter will always be youself; you lie in wait for yourself in caves and woods.
Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself. And your ways leads past yourself and you seven devils. You will be a heretic to yourself and a witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and a villain. You must wish to consume yourself in your own flame: how could you wish to become new unless you had first become ashes!
Lonely one, you are going the way of the creator: you would create a god for yourself out of your seven devils.
Lonely one, you are going the way of the lover: yourself you love, and therefore you despise yourself, as only lovers despise. The lover would create because he despises. What does he know of love who did not have to despise precisely what he loved!
Go into your loneliness with your love and with your creation my brotherl and only much later will justice limp after you.
With my tears go into your loneliness, my brother. I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.
Thus spoke Zarathustra...
Nietzsche/Thus Spoke Zarathustra (<---- link to entire selection)
Read. Wrestle. Respond.
"Because he himself suffered when he was tempted, he is able to help those who are being tempted." (Hebrews 2:18)
Raven
I Am Ghost/Lover's Requiem "Beyond The Hourglass"