AMOR FATI
The eternal recurrence.
My stroke is like a living death.
A clean slate, no cling on to memory.
Secular Christian enlightenment.
Faith does exist there is none
In my mind, think of it as
A new humanity.
Not up down left right, love/hate
It’s a mixture of all, a blemished
Acceptance, Nietzsche and Keats
Seen this they accepted TB madness.
Nietzsche had no more to say, he
Is this world’s greatest writer like
The mad man that threw down
His lamp, one day you will realize.
I am in love with my negative-
capability.
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