“And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.”
-Nietzsche
I give you the equivalent of prose gold and then someone has the nerve to post this crap? Its not even your words! I hope you get banned for this!
There once was a man named Bandar,
Whose mind was up of mold;
Mistook old Nietzsche for banter,
And his own writing for gold.
Having little read and less thought,
Yet temeritous enough,
To blather to me of ‘what ought,’
And to post his own stuff!
From this type of ape, there is much to learn,
Of daftness and vanity, and how one can turn
One’s back on all art; all insight and beauty,
And run to embrace, what’s clumsy and putrid.
Let us ignore straightaway, this fatuous fool,
And turn from his prose; that drivel and drool!
Consider once more, the passage above,
For it is a gem, of passion and love.