Time does not heal all wounds, it doesn't even smooth over the edges or dull the ache. What is lost remains lost, what is a void remains empty.
“Where does one learn better how to wait than at court? Is not all the virtue left to kings today called ‘being able to wait’?”
—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Four, “Conversation with the Kings,” §2 (edited excerpt).
—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Four, “Conversation with the Kings,” §2 (edited excerpt).
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
Forwarded from alcoholic.exe
Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
We can only thank with our selves. Love transforms gratitude into loyalty to our selves and unconditional faith in the other. That is how love steadily intensifies its innermost secret.
Here, being close is a matter of being at the greatest distance from the other — distance that lets nothing blur — but instead puts the “thou” into the mere presence — transparent but incomprehensible — of a revelation.
The other’s presence suddenly breaks into our life — no soul can come to terms with that. A human fate gives itself over to another human fate, and the duty of pure love is to keep this giving as alive as it was on the first day.
Here, being close is a matter of being at the greatest distance from the other — distance that lets nothing blur — but instead puts the “thou” into the mere presence — transparent but incomprehensible — of a revelation.
The other’s presence suddenly breaks into our life — no soul can come to terms with that. A human fate gives itself over to another human fate, and the duty of pure love is to keep this giving as alive as it was on the first day.