nietzsche

My curiosity of buddha bodhisatta mahabir christ and those rare flowers that grow in himalayas and sometimes seen rarely in cities living naked like mad man have died as soon as i wished to be one. I did not go after them to know but withdraw into myself to know me.

my inspiration of my life.

I read totally about 150 pages of nietzsche in english language. I knew him as a brilliant and philosopher who did expose himself publicly living his philosophy and writing about himself as i do. he was unlike socrates who died positively drinking poison surrounded by his disciples thanking his belief that his death was painless. I do prefer painless death and ensure one by not knowing till my end. in fact i know i am immortal though my environment has never been so. it is forever changing and i am not affected. i got this stability looking at me - i mean by my lack of depth erudition and not being bright.

i am not believer.

nietzsche was comforting a horse severely lashed by its owner for disobedience. he was adjudged by his environment unfit to be loose and roaming. he was refrained from being public nuisance. he was put away into asylum till his death. was he happy or unhappy there?

i do not know nor can i imagine for my comfort. i am not bright. i am not very curious.

i am an insane on loose and not on lease. sometime i tear away from my lease and hole up again. I am stopping myself venturing out of door for last three days. i am determined to tear away tomorrow - snow rain or sun. i am running short of food.

i am learning to love all as they are. some success. knowing me definitely helps.