Poets Are Shameless With Their Experiences: They

Thinking Evil Is Making Evil.

In Our Own Presence, We All Pretend To Be Simpler Than We Are: Thus We Take A Break From Our Fellow Human Beings.

Freedom Of Will-that Is The Expression For The Complex State Of Delight Of The Person Exercising Volition, Who Commands And At The Same Time Identifies Himself With The Executor Of The Order-who, As Such, Enjoys Also The Triumph Over Obstacles, But Thinks Within Himself That It Was Really His Own Will That Overcame Them. In This Way The Person Exercising Volition Adds The Feelings Of Delight Of His Successful Executive Instruments, The Useful Underwills Or Under-souls-indeed, Our Body Is But A Social Structure Composed Of Many Souls-to His Feelings Of Delight As Commander.

A Living Being Seeks, Above All, To Discharge Its Strength. Life Is Will To Power.

I Fear That, With Our Current Veneration For The Natural And The Real, We Have Arrived At The Opposite Pole To All Idealism, And Have Landed In The Region Of The Waxworks.