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"Reckoned physiologically, everything ugly weakens and afflicts man. It recalls decay, danger, impotence; he actually suffers a loss of energy in its presence. The effect of the ugly can be measured with a dynamometer. Whenever man feels in any way depressed, he senses the proximity of something ''ugly.'' His feeling of power, his will to power, his courage, his pride -- they decline with the ugly, they increase with the beautiful." -- Frederich Nietzsche
I believe this to be true of life. I'll not go into semantics with others, I will use myself as example. I know that when I have had a particularly ugly day at work and an ugly day driving home, I am at a loss of energy. This seems to have been prevalent with me for the last few months. I don't like funks and I think I am, hereby, declaring my acceptance of allowing same into my life and thereby I am making myself a promise to only dwell on the beauty so that all the things Nietzsche states.. the feeling of power, the will to power, courage and pride will once again blossom.
Granted in today's world and the headlines in the newspaper columns, this is, indeed a difficult task. When headlines pour over the deaths, the bitter acts which are perpetrated on others, it weakens me.
Today was a cold, dank and dreary day of rain.. really cold rain, the type that hurts my RA and leaves me with a dull ache in those limbs that were broken and are now held together with plates and pins .. I find the older I get the more aches.. life is a biatch when you get old.. but it sure as hell beats the alternative.
I did my recyling today (yep, the hippie chick in me still holds the reigns) and on the drive I prayed... I prayed firstly for my dad... test results were not what was expected and more need to be run. I'll not get into the whole thing here because I was raised with a dysfunctional quote that goes something like: "don't speak it, if you don't want it to find you (sorta like be careful what you wish for) , and for pity's sake, never put it in writing.. or it may come true.... now, while my logical side knows that this is folklore, my folksy side, the one that nana confuddled the hell outta .. says.. "don't you dare tempt fate".. so I will just keep the writing to the prayers. I stopped on my errand running to take a look at the overlook here.. It was alive with colors that added some light into my heart.. the burnt oranges, the flaming reds and brilliant yellows.. and just as I was about to get back into Abbey, a rather large goshawk flew over .. with his piercing trill and it was beautiful.. this I believe is what Nietzsche meant.
And for gramps: because he would get a laugh outta this...
Red or Black
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