"Men have on the whole spoken of love with such emphasis and so idolized it because they have had little of it and have never been allowed to eat their fill of this food: thus it became for them 'food of the gods'. Let a poet depict a utopia in which there obtains universal love, he will certainly have to describe a painful and ludicrous state of affairs the like of which the earth has never yet seen - everyone worshipped, encumbered and desired, not by one lover, as happens now, but by thousands, indeed by everyone else, as the result of an uncontrollable drive which would then be as greatly execrated and cursed as selfishness had been in former times; and the poets in that state of things - provided that they were left alone long enough to write - would dream of nothing but the happy, loveless past, of divine selfishness, of how it was once possible to be alone, undisturbed, unloved, hated, despised on earth, and whatever else may characterize the utter baseness of the dear animal world in which we live. "

from Nietzsche's Daybreak, s. 147, R.J. Hollingdale transl.

Ya know. All that I've learned over the past few torturous years has really only amounted to my ability to pen the lessons down, and not in the ability to listen to those lessons and learn. I'm only now acutely aware of just how foolish I am. The ability to decrease my foolishness alludes me.

-G