my eternal dilemma...

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What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence - even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!"

Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?

[from Nietzsche's "The Gay Science"]


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this was epitomized in the movie "Groundhog Day", and while that may have been a romantic comedy at the end of the day, it still brings alive the possible nightmare of waking up to and reliving the same drudgery and minutiae and heartache over and over, ad infinitum... unless one is so enamored with life itself that that possibility is not so much a nightmare, but a joy to imagine and to look forward to... do we cherish each moment enough that, if we had to relive our entire lives all over again (and again and again), we wouldn't hesitate to do so?


what would it take for us to embrace life as such?


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“This is my way; where is yours?’ –
thus I answered those who asked me ‘the way.’
For the way – that does not exist.”


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Current mood: mellow
Current music: Richard Strauss -- Also Sprach Zarathustra