The Failed Science

A real possibility: I fucked myself up by reading Nietzsche.

Alternatively equal possibility: I was fucked up, so I read Nietzsche.

But Certainly: Well-adjusted adults in their mid-twenties are not fascinated with Nietzsche.

I am no longer fascinated by Nietzsche. I don't think about him regularly, even though I have a portrait of the guy hanging over my desk. He's interesting. He's still relevant albeit overdone. And I worry that he left a mark, for better or worse—or for good or evil or whatever lies beyond (WINK WINK).

Thinking about power is...destructive, corrupting. Power flows in ways that are not our ways. And mimicking the flows of powers that you may observe won't win you any good prizes, because they cannot be copied from observation. Look, I do not know if that makes sense outside of my head, but I have to put it out there: if you try to merely mimic the flows, you will fail, and you will pay for your failure.

Power is more like a dance, not theory; it originates in the body—not the mind. Dance or plot; you cannot do both.

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