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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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And do you know what ‘the world” is to me? Shall I show it to you in my mirror? This world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expend itself but only transforms itself; as a whole of unalterable size, a household without expenses or losses, but likewise without increase or income; enclosed by “nothingness” as by a boundary; not something blurry or wasted, not something endlessly extended, but set in a definite space as a definite force, and not a space that might be “empty” here or there, but rather as force throughout, as a play of forces and waves of forces, at the same time decreasing there; a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back, with tremendous years of recurrence, with an ebb and a flood of its forms; out of the stillest, most rigid, coldest forms toward the hottest, most turbulent, most self-contradicotry, and then again returning home again to the simple out of this abundance, out of the play of contradictions back to the joy of concord, still affirming itself in this uniformity of its courses and its years, blessing itself as that which must return eternally, as a becoming that knows no satiety, no disgust, no wariness: this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self-creating, the eternally self-destroying, this myster world of the twofold voluptuous delight, my “beyond good and evil”, without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal: without will, unless a ring feels good will toward itself – do you want a name for this world? A solution for all its riddles? A light for you, too, you best-concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly mean? – This world is the will to power – and nothing besides! And you yourselves are also this will to power – and nothing besides!
(from: Nietzsche, Friedrich, A Will to Power, trans. W. Kaufmann, (New York: Random House, 1967), pg 1067).