ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL
POEM OF THE DAY:
No. Let what is past
be forgotten. Let even the blood
be forgotten—; there can be no “expiation.”
Expiation is not necessary.
Suffering has made me what I am,—
I must not regret; or judge; or
struggle to escape it
in the indifference of (the ruthless
ecstasy of)
CHANGE; “my endless RENEWAL”; BECOMING.
—That is Nietzsche.
He wants to say “Yes” to life.
I am not Nietzsche. I am the bride of Christ.