Tuesday, November 10, 2009


"What does joy not want? It is thirstier, more cordial, hungrier, more terrible, more secret than all woe; it wants itself, it bites into itself, the ring's will strives in it; it wants love, it wants hatred, it is overrich, gives, throws away, begs that one might take it, thanks the taker, it would like to be hated; so rich is joy that it thirsts for woe, for hell, for hatred, for disgrace, for the cripple, for world—this world, oh, you know it!"

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

1 comment:

Shannon Mac said...

I'M thirstier. heeeere beery beery beery...