Spider

sexNcandy said:

Alright, so I have nietzsche's beyond good and evil laying around, i opened it on a random page and started reading passage 51 for no reason... so I went online and found the english verson of no. 51 and pasted it here

http://www.thenietzschechannel.com/works-pub/bge/bge3.htm

51.

So far the most powerful human beings have still bowed worshipfully before the saint as the riddle of self-conquest and deliberate final renunciation. Why did they bow? In him—and as it were behind the question mark of his fragile and miserable appearance—they sensed the superior force that sought to test itself in such a conquest, the strength of the will in which they recognized and honored their own strength and delight in domination: they honored something in themselves when they honored the saint. Moreover, the sight of the saint awakened a suspicion in them: such an enormity of denial, of anti-nature will not have been desired for nothing, they said to and asked themselves. There may be a reason for it, some very great danger about which the ascetic, thanks to his secret comforters and visitors, might have inside information. In short, the powerful of the world learned a new fear before him; they sensed a new power, a strange, as yet unconquered enemy:—it was the "will to power" that made them stop before the saint. They had to ask him — —

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Interesting. Thanks for that. I may look into the rest of this.

I honestly didn't feel connection enough to say how it connected, like I may have attempted to lay down elsewhere, with other things. This could be because I struggled to understand exactly what he (Nietzsche) meant/didn't read all the rest, outside of this passage for context, yet (this is one reason I'm tempted to). Not to say nothing didn't resonate. I may not say what, exactly. Perhaps my own thirst for power or belief that I have more power, might, but this would require that I recognize another as more powerful, as well, as the writing talks about. Or recognizing Saints. Again, I lack full comprehension.

I didn't feel much connection enough to pin it perfectly. Not like things that jump out at me, that I try to lay down.

I saw your message after I rented a movie on Redbox, which I did on the way home from watching Spiderman. The movie I got, Charlie Countryman, I noticed had a bonus movie, though I didn't pay attention/couldn't read the title well in the picture on Redbox's screen. I get home and your message is still on my mind. Its thundering and lightning, lightly, yet powerfully in the distance. The temperature has dropped considerably in the short drive from the theater, home. While picking out the movie is when I noticed it getting chilly. From comfortable and warm stepping out of the theater, to this chill.

Anyways, at home I took the DVD out of the container, and first thought someone put it in wrong, seeing the read side of the DVD facing up. I remembered about the bonus movie then. "Ah". The name of it is A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints. This, I found resonant, to what you had written to me, that I read after I chose the movie.

I began to, and I attempted to keep writing this on my phone, but I had to plug it in as the battery was about to die, and when I plug it in for some reason the keyboard gets less sensitive and I mess up a lot, so I decided to post it here in my blog, on Bluelight, to save it, and then finish editing it on my computer. Plus, I had some more complex style editing to do that I couldn't do on the mobile version.

I went to the kitchen and was going to pour some juice, and started to fill my glass (the only one I use), with water, to rinse it out, as I had left some water in it before. I noticed something inside, and struggled in that moment to remember what I might have put in there, as the water spun in a circle (edit: vortex) within the glass. As it slowed, I saw what this was... A small creature- a spider (edit: upside down). Gold-yellow in color. As it spun, it's legs would go from folded onto itself to sprawled out, to folded on itself, trying to grasp onto something, perhaps. I opened the window, and put it outside, pouring the water out of my glass, with it, and noticing it was now raining. Then I realized I didn't really want to put it outside, and almost went out to fetch it, to bring it back in. But I let it go.