“Our own wild nature is the best place to recover from our un-nature, from our spirituality.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, Arrows & Epigrams 6.
“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.” Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian.
“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.”
Jean Luc Godard
“A line of flight neither to a new political-cultural alterity nor to a new form of political organization but instead to a radically new plane of consistency – to a new singularity and disaggregation of life’s potentials for assemblage and creation. This line of flight would be a movement of internal desertion, of an irreducibility to the bourgeois man and his heaven, of a total absence from State-Capital: indifferent to its values, ignorant of its provocations, and unresponsive to its stimuli. Autonomy! Desertion! Deserting family; deserting school; deserting the office, the army, the duty, the responsibility, the debt; deserting men, women, and citizen; deserting everything that holds us entrapped, enslaved, and entranced.” From High Mountains, “Becoming-Autonomy,” markdyal.com
“Heedless, mocking, violent – that’s how wisdom wants us: she is a woman and only ever loves a warrior.” Zarathustra, On the Genealogy of Morality, Third Treatise.
“No longer path! Abyss and silence chilling!”
Thy fault! To leave the path thou wast too willing!
Now comes the test! Keep cool—eyes bright and clear!
Thou Art lost for sure, if thou permittest—fear.
Friedrich Nietzsche, “The Wanderer”, The Joyful Wisdom
“Only that which has no history is definable.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Genealogy of Morality, Second Treatise 13, 268.
“I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone?”
Agnes Obel, “Riverside”
“There was a time – maybe with the last visit by the comet Halley – when your lamentations about the “progressive degeneration and diminution of the human to the perfect herd animal” could comfortably coincide with your continued allegiance to that very herd. “At least my instincts are free,” you said, as you carried on living with your fatherlandishness and hugging your pieces of sod. But now, as the pack of which you proclaimed yourself leader readies for the hunt, your devotion to all that we left behind renders you superfluous, and us as obscure to you as to our former bosses and border guards. Your dangerousness, it seems, was only perceptible when your contrariness and theatricality kept us from understanding just how far we could go in your absence.
But laying in ambush on the edge of an abyss has a way of clarifying just what necessitated leaving the herd behind; us in a rhododendron thicket awaiting your administration – hiding in the irony-thick air, knowing that the irony was a dessert reserved for our pleasure alone (as you’d be choking not on it but upon whatever evisceration propelled against the Earth’s gravitational pull), mindful of how much you spoke about nature but how little of it you’d actually inherited – until with your last breaths you experienced the whole of it.” Mark Dyal
– You old friends! Look! How pale and shocked are you,
Full of love and fear!
No, leave! Don’t be angry! You could not – live here:
between remotest cliffs of icy blue –
Here you must be hunter and chamois too.
Friedrich Nietzsche, “From Lofty Mountains,” Beyond Good and Evil
Derelict Space 