There is no other reality but the reality of death.Life is a passing episode between one nonexistence to another, and we live as though this episode is all. And would…
My poem was written in 2020 when COVID kept us home, is inspired by the legend of Nietzsche’s breakdown in Turin, January 3, 1889, over a horse who was being…
“Humans were created, so they saylive in a herd, like sheep.i live aloneAnd not soonI will walk the straight path.I am a weed.Good people, good peopleI am not pressedAnd for…