Conatus

Ourobouros: “Serpens qui caudam devorat” (serpent that eats its tail) represents many things, including totality, the cycle of life, and the “conjunctio oppositorum”- the union of opposites. “Cum patientia” sums up the struggle between self-knowledge and self-deception.

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an observation to be considered, to shed some light on the misunderstanding of the centeral tenet of nietzschean philosophy, will-to-power does not equalize the will for power, or to put it plainly will-to-power ≠ will for power, an anti-metaphysical metaphysics of some sort, it would be fully convienet to equailze the concept of the will to power with jouissance, bearing in mind the multifaceted nature of the concept.

“The eternal return does not bring back 'the same', but returning constitutes the only Same of that which becomes. Returning is the becoming-identical of becoming itself. Returning is thus the only identity, but identity as a secondary power; the identity of difference, the identical which belongs to the different, or turns around the different. Such an identity, produced by difference, is determined as 'repetition'. Repetition in the eternal return, therefore, consists in conceiving the same on the basis of the different. However, this conception is no longer merely a theoretical representation: it carries out a practical selection among differences according to their capacity to produce — that is, to return or to pass the test of the eternal return. The selective character of eternal return appears clearly in Nietzsche's idea: it is not the Whole, the Same or the prior identity in general which returns. Nor is it the small or the large, either as parts of the whole or as elements of the same. Only the extreme forms return — those which, large or small, are deployed within the limit and extend to the limit of their power, transforming themselves and changing one into another. Only the extreme, the excessive, returns; that which passes into something else and becomes identical.” — Gilles Deleuze, Difference and Repetition.

Fleres, si Scires unum fua tempora Mensem, rides, cum non sit, forsitan una Dies.

أجنحة الذاكرة تُطفئ من لهيبها فقط عند النوم.

تتعطل الكلمات وتتكسر الجمل وتُفنى من عالمنا، وتُدفن في قبرٍ ناءْ، كلما استفحل الألم وكشّر عن مخالبه الحّادة. في حضرة الألم تتكسر مملكة الأفكار، وتصبح كُل جملة خاوية، أي أنها ليست جملة حتى؛ لكن هذه الجملة هي الصخرة التي تحتها سيُغلق قبرُ عالم جُملنا، هذا العالم الذي في بدايته كانت الكَلِمة.

Other people fall into time; I have fallen out of it. The eternity that sets itself above time gives way to that other eternity which lies beneath, a sterile zone where I can desire only one thing: to reinstate time, to get back into it at any price, to appropriate a piece of it, to give myself the illusion of a place of my own. But time is sealed off, time is out of reach; and it is the impossibility of penetrating it which constitutes this negative eternity, this wrong eternity. — Emil Cioran, The Fall Into Time.

we don't grow by year, that is, by the passage of time, but by the magnitude of our disasters and the calamities that we accumulate throughout the year, and the intense consciousness they provoke in us.

Wherever she dwells I will bid a farewell sigh For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die And deep inside me I will wait for her return To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn

“Magic is the mother of eternity, of being of all beings, for it creates itself, and is understood in desire. it is in itself nothing but a will and this will is the great mystery of all wonders and secrets, but brings itself into imagination or figuration itself by the imagination of the desirable hunger into being, It is the original state of nature. its desire makes an imagination, and imagination or figuration is only the will of desire. but desire makes in the will such a being the will in itself is.” — Jakob Böhme [1575-1624], Six Mystical Points

Jakob Böhme - Mysterium Magnum, 1623.

ترافقني هذه الجملة منذ أيام، "الأرض، وادي الدموع هذا"، منذ أن قرأتها وأجدها استعارة باذخة الجمال، وكنتُ ولازلت أرددها إلا أن جماليتها لا تبلغ، اليوم قد أدركتُ سر إعجابي بها فأنا الأرض وأنا وادي الدموع. قد يسأل المرء ماذا يعني ذلك؟ وهل أنا الوحيد من يحتضن الدموع؟ وهل أنا الينبوع والسد؟ على أيَّ حال، الدموع لا تعني الشر والقتل والموت والمرض، بل دموع ضمائر أولئك الذين يرومون أن يصبحون نقيض الطبيعة وجبروتها، إنها دموع القلب وهو يقف بجوار الأرض في مجرة، هل تخيلت معي هذا المشهد؟ المجرة الكبرى بكل نجومها وكواكبها ومن بينها الأرض وجوارها أقرب من الشمس قلب بحجم القمر ينبض، في حين أن الأرض تدور، يسكنها سادة من قبيل أفلاطون ونيتشه، يرتجفون تحت جِنْح الظلام مع كل نبضةٍ، ترى الدموع مُثلجة على وجنتيهم، يقفون منتصبين متراصين كالمصلين وينشدون لحنًا رقيقًا. هم من يُبدع الشموع في بطن العدم، وادي الدموع، أمٌ تبكي وهي تهدهد الشر.

Old heart anatomy drawings.