I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.
My brother and I used to play a game. I’d point to a chair. “THIS IS NOT A CHAIR,” I’d say. He would point to the table. “THIS IS NOT A TABLE.” “THIS IS NOT A WALL,” I’d say. We’d go on like that. “IT IS NOT RAINING OUT.” “MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!” he would yell. I’d point to my elbow. “THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE.” He would lift his knee. “THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!” “NOT A CUP!” “NOT DIRTY DISHES!” We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, he took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: “I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!” “But you’re only seven,” I said.

--Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science; Nicole Krauss, The History of Love


Dave said...

the second part floored me.

SAM said...

Yeah dude. The History of Love was one of my favorite books in high school and I recently gave it re-read. It's still good and pretty quick to get through so you should give it a shot sometime.