6.25.2009

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON UNDERNEATH

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.
And:
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

2 comments:

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.