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Phew! Tell me about it! Those invisible hands of the wind certainly play havoc with my vertigo...
ReplyDeleteSomehow I think we all live in the town of The Pied Cow.
ReplyDeleteSaw an interview with Philip Roth the other night, he came across as a lonely old man, content with his writing and living in his house in the forest, but all the same obsessed by death. Lonely at the top, lonely as a tree. Was Nietzsche projecting when he saw the boy sitting on the hill in the town of the Pied Cow?
ReplyDeleteThere is a zen aphorism to the effect that a blade of grass bends before a storm, but a branch on a mighty tree will not, and breaks in a big wind. Better to be an individual then, rather than something attached to a big structure, when the winds blow.
ReplyDeleteAgree ~ wouldn't want to be a barnacle...
ReplyDeleteI think Nietzsche is on about recognizing the forces that shape us helps us to transcend them. It is a difficult chapter, sometimes my understanding, or perhaps courage, falters at the leaps of faith-in-self some of the writing demands.
ReplyDeleteLOL barnacle !
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