"Is he really going to quit?"
"No way. After all, he really doesn’t truly hate basketball."
Because you were my ray of light, my heart and my warmth. A world without you is unthinkable; hopeless and ultimately, an oblivion. So please, please don’t leave me here all alone.
“What? A great man? I always see only the actor of his own ideal.”
—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §97.
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
“A man’s maturity consists in having found again the seriousness one had as a child at play.”
—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §94.