My days are grey like dirty snow
A fire’s burning in my soul
Why sould I kneel lying in pain
My death is real this day
Negation of every society, of every cult, of every rule and of every religion. But I don’t yearn for Nirvana, any more than I long for Schopenhauer’s desperate and powerless pessimism, which is a worse thing than the violent renunciation of life itself. Mine is an enthusiastic and dionysian pessimism, like a flame that sets my vital exuberance ablaze, that mocks at any theoretical, scientific or moral prison.
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| — | Renzo Novatore, I Am Also a Nihilist (via hate-wizard) |
