Holding my arms out to the side,
balancing to life
stepping to the music of heartbeat.
A fleeting feeling,
a memory of it.
Gray.
An urgency
towards nothing.
For believe me! — the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment is: to live dangerously! Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! Send your ships into uncharted seas! Live at war with your peers and yourselves! Be robbers and conquerors as long as you cannot be rulers and possessors, you seekers of knowledge! — Nietzsche, The Gay Science
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