At this very moment, I am lingering by the edge of a window -looking down to what could be a fatal fall if I were to be excited by an external force without prior notice , but still I hold onto my tablet as judiciously as Moses would have the Ten Commandments given to him on the mountain.
In a very funny way this view from the high above the ground creates an illusion of a mountain but I must confess that the materials I currently posses is less serious than the word of God.
Frankly I am very bored and have decided to do a little light reading into the life of Friedrich Nietzsche, a German Philosopher whom i must confess is a controversial fellow .
In all honesty I am drained of thoughts at this very time because this environment that I presently find my self seems to zap me off all the juices needed to put down or even reason clearly -enough to form a unique perspective on any life changing topic or matter .
Notwithstanding my new friend Nietzsche seems to have a thing or two to say about love. He seems to equate love to music , and he has stated very briefly how similar the two are . He says
“One must learn to love.— This is what happens to us in music: first one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life; then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity:—finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.
But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty:—that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I myself cannot at this time argue or say that I totally accept this his point of view but I must say, that it is indeed -Food For Thought.
Have a good day