I Teach The Art Of Turning Anguish

We Want To Decipher Skies And Paintings, Go Behind These Starry Backgrounds Or These Painted Canvases And, Like Kids Trying To Find A Gap In A Fence, Try To Look Through The Cracks In The World.

Intellectual Despair Results In Neither Weakness Nor Dreams, But In Violence. It Is Only A Matter Of Knowing How To Give Vent To One's Rage; Whether One Only Wants To Wander Like Madmen Around Prisons, Or Whether One Wants To Overturn Them.

What Causes [fragmentation] If Not A Need To Act That Specializes Us And Limits Us To The Horizon Of A Particular Activity? Even If It Turns Out To Be For The General Interest (which Generally Isn't True), The Activity That Subordinates Each Of Our Aspects To A Specific Result Suppresses Our Being As An Entirety. Whoever Acts Substitutes A Particular End For What He Or She Is, As A Total Being.

Pleasure Only Starts Once The Worm Has Got Into The Fruit; To Become Delightful, Happiness Must Be Tainted With Poison.

[zarathustra] Never Abandoned The Watchword Of Not Having Any End, Not Serving A Cause, Because, As He Knew, Causes Pluck Off The Wings We Fly With.