Man now expresses himself through song and dance as the member of a higher community; he has forgotten how to walk, how to speak, and is on the brink of taking wing as he dances. Each of his gestures betokens enchantment; through him sounds a supernatural power, the same power that makes the animals speak and the earth render up milk and honey. He feels himself to be godlike and strides with the same elation and ecstasy as the gods he has seen in his dreams. No longer the artist, he has himself become a work of art. – Nietzsche
Tag: Quote
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Nietzsche on quiet fruitfulness:
The born aristocrats of the mind are not in too much of a hurry; their creations appear and fall from the tree on some quiet autumn evening, without being rashly desired, instigated, or pushed aside by new matter. The unceasing desire to create is vulgar, and betrays envy, jealousy, and ambition. If a man is something, it isn’t necessary for him to do anything−and yet he does a great deal. And still there is a human species higher than the “productive” man.
Human, All Too Human
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adj: Borgesian
I felt, on the last page, that my story was a symbol of the man I had been as I was writing it, and in order to write that story I had to be that man, and in order to be that man I had to write that story, and so on, ad infinitum. (And just when I stop believing in him, “Averroës” disappears.)
Borges, from The Aleph


