indeed when the nadir of youth comes,
a new height is located upon the horizon,
a new fluctuation, and a necessary experience,
it’s not exactly defined by old age
and its cinder like cares for former glories
(more a jest at feeding comforts of a coffin,
with such statements... i used to fall asleep
with my hand behind he pillow, on the side...
to be lying like a straitjacket front facing up
i must surely be dead),
not really on the middle ground, where obligations
drop off: children, mortgage, expectations
for a better life, dreams and their demises,
the next zenith after youth's immediate nadir
is... children... children invoke a rekindling of
youth, the chance to observe the first known
memory of oneself, but instead dramatised without
and cognitive conviction, as stressed by the
seen child, for women the escapade into child
rearing is more mystical, given the foetus, but
putting that aside (after all, i only have to ball sacks
with tadpoles, swarming, on another note,
universe out of nothing is contradicted by ova,
sure, nothing in there, but... ah some fun close
proximity spelling: eve's ova and a robot named ava),
to see children is to rekindle the sudden loss of
youth and multiple ***-partner attractiveness -
unless of course the latter was completely discarded
by simply saying after the *** act: what a ****-up,
that one too, this one started sniffing my *******,
this one was into whips and dominoes, etc.
and this is where two people emerge, those who
desired for children and to see youth once more
surround them (increased longitude with the promise
of grandchildren, and the respectability of being
informed by the ever changing world via their
children), these people live for a purpose, a purpose
that if taken to an extreme as darwinism has made
philosophy: well, we can't let the most superior
species on this planet (which is between venus and
mars, and is 0.000001 the size of the sun, and in
a ****** solar system, and and and and) do a dodo,
can we now? so the ultimate purpose is to not
become extinct... it's a great vector of feeling;
the other person? he lives for the opposite, he lives
for leisure, focusing his own memory toward lost
youth, he and the ghost child clinging to adventure
and dogs, climbing trees, wiping his *** after
taking a **** in the woods with a leaf, inspecting
a little stream in the countryside with a few friends:
tadpoles and leeches... becoming terrified of leeches
(even though the ancients used leeches in medicine);
he does all the leisurely things required of him...
immediately without a purpose... as the majority of
people who decided to live for a purpose can attest
to in terms of conviction: a mode of learning
has no purpose even if the mode of learning goes
outside the box-standard school and university?
no learning outside of that hemisphere? i'm sure
learning is a constant with only fluctuation being
a man's age: one year 21, another year 31, and so on.
in so writing, i wished to create a chiral representation /
interpretation of nietzsche's aphorism 627,
man alone with himself from the book human,
all too human.
