I keep getting smacked in the head with "living in the moment" lessons from people who I think have good intentions, but intentions don't constitute fact or truth.
Up at 2 in the morning. Laying. Thinking. Praying. Cursing. Reading. Lots of words swimming in my mind's eye. I see them all. Especially ones I try to turn a blind eye to. No luck.
I've found that Nietzsche can be a pretty funny guy. I don't agree with everything he says. That doesn't mean I don't find him to be truthful in some things.
Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
See? Funny.
Then I turned to kind of what I see as Nietzsche's polar oppostite; Kierkegaard. I've found him to be a comfort. More of a warmth I get from hugging my pastor. Or the feeling of sitting through a coffee date with a friend who you admire, listening to them talk for a good 20 minutes and thinking "Man, that totally makes sense and I think I've become more intelligent because of it."
Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this? Or are you not terrified by it? I have seen men in real life who so long deceived others that at last their true nature could not reveal itself;... In every man there is something which to a certain degree prevents him from becoming perfectly transparent to himself; and this may be the case in so high a degree, he may be so inexplicably woven into relationships of life which extend far beyond himself that he almost cannot reveal himself. But he who cannot reveal himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the most unhappy man of all.
Lots to chew on. Words from men that lived well over 100 years ago. Weird.
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