Take heart, my protégé.
Your pain is only mine from the past,
though you make it real again
(Nietzsche was right).
Nietzsche has taught you insensitivity
and that you are a ghost.
But Einstein taught me about light
and that gravity is a coincidence.
I am here, and Nietzsche cannot undo me.
I wish that I could bring you out of the smoke,
but I have only my company and my smile,
and that seems at least to keep the light from
passing through you.
I can know nothing of the future
(of which you and I are exquisite evidence),
but I am here, and Nietzsche has, in fact,
condemned me:
To you, I am light,
and, to me, you are gravity.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
Take heart, my protégé.
Your pain is only mine from the past,
though you make it real again
(Nietzsche was right).
Nietzsche has taught you insensitivity
and that you are a ghost.
But Einstein taught me about light
and that gravity is a coincidence.
I am here, and Nietzsche cannot undo me.
I wish that I could bring you out of the smoke,
but I have only my company and my smile,
and that seems at least to keep the light from
passing through you.
I can know nothing of the future
(of which you and I are exquisite evidence),
but I am here, and Nietzsche has, in fact,
condemned me:
To you, I am light,
and, to me, you are gravity.
Heavily inspired by the novel "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera, who took heavy inspiration from Nietzsche and others.
Minutes after I claimed Einstein's theories as poetic devices, I became quite worried at the fact that I'm not absolutely positive that I understand them fully/correctly. I'm researching the subject now, and, if I should find that my interpretation here is inaccurate, I shall make note of why, though I will likely leave the poem itself alone.