Life on a Leash

If you've made it this far, you're free to rest, but not for too long. After an hour or two the cold starts to settle in, the day goes stale. Nerves are fried and they're not coming back, not when whole day is at stake; Best now to stay frozen and stare ahead as the night consumes you. Just a bit further... Sweet release. serenity. order. You can eat dinner now. Let it all in. 

The perfect human is the kind who contains both elements, masculine and feminine. These are naturally complimentary; they exist as separate people, giver and receiver, both of whom are sacrificed in this process. To automate this process means rejecting incompatible external currents if it. If one is incapable of resistance, this means withdrawal. If not, one has to actively conquer these influences. Not passively, unless one hopes to retain integrity in isolation and leave no record. Instead, physically affect the outside currents and replace them. The difficulty of this is compound, and it runs against the current of life. Every social reward, developmental milestone, is a degradation of the inner fortress. Usually anyone who makes it very long will have discarded it all by the end. Usually retaining means an early death. Nietzsche seems to have completed the path. His end was explosive. Some may prefer gradual, as long as a record remains of the early years. This kind of life is equivalent to unity, the Universe inside a person.

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