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The true path is along a rope, not a rope suspended way up in the air, but rather only just over the ground. It seems more like a tripwire than a tightrope.
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There is always a sense that the Nietzschean tightrope is too high a height to closely mock the authority standing at the bottom. Perhaps, a moderation of this is found in this first aphorism. It makes me wonder what or who holds the ends of the rope. It also makes me wonder why we trip on it even though it is right in front of us. Perhaps our heads always look up far too often?
Sometimes the dichotomies are too far apart. Moderation is good in so far as it is able to be neither nor but immediately real to our experience. Not too high, and not too grounded; just enough to immediately affect me. just enough to trip the all too boastful prophet.
I lost count of the number of times I tripped vis-a-vis truth.
and, you don't quite want or are able to cross over.
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this is the beginning of 109 commentaries as I reflect on Kafka's apohorisms.
I have often difficulties in reading works by Nietzsche and Kierkegaard because of a portrayed ease in their existential movements. Are we really such talented performers? They weren't.
Kafka offers me a very piercing exposition of our human condition.
It is the inability to be, that calls to question our fate.
The true path is along a rope, not a rope suspended way up in the air, but rather only just over the ground. It seems more like a tripwire than a tightrope.
reproduced without permission
There is always a sense that the Nietzschean tightrope is too high a height to closely mock the authority standing at the bottom. Perhaps, a moderation of this is found in this first aphorism. It makes me wonder what or who holds the ends of the rope. It also makes me wonder why we trip on it even though it is right in front of us. Perhaps our heads always look up far too often?
Sometimes the dichotomies are too far apart. Moderation is good in so far as it is able to be neither nor but immediately real to our experience. Not too high, and not too grounded; just enough to immediately affect me. just enough to trip the all too boastful prophet.
I lost count of the number of times I tripped vis-a-vis truth.
and, you don't quite want or are able to cross over.
--
this is the beginning of 109 commentaries as I reflect on Kafka's apohorisms.
I have often difficulties in reading works by Nietzsche and Kierkegaard because of a portrayed ease in their existential movements. Are we really such talented performers? They weren't.
Kafka offers me a very piercing exposition of our human condition.
It is the inability to be, that calls to question our fate.
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