The rains have begun. The apples have fallen off the tree, now in a circular path, arranged as if some protective ring of abundance and color against the harsh concrete. She sits in the chair, under the failing roof designed as a pergola, designed as a shelter. The grass is returning to the color of green. The crows in confidence dart in front and around her; above and over her. Beyond are the layers of trees and their reassurance. How much she hates the cruelty of those she was taught to respect. They are only offices whose seats are filled with different names at different times. But it is the same cruelty. Just as it is true that war always returns; a different eternal return. Not Nietzsche’s Amor fati, where she finds herself suspended in this moment.
“I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
“Nietzsche in this context refers to “Yes-sayer”, not in a political or social sense, but to the uncompromising acceptance of reality per se.”
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