The thing is to sculpt warm solitude from
isolation and help it gleam. Don’t reach
out for the wrong things too often though you
will certainly itch and curse and doubt and
doubtless quit a few times a day and why
not—cf Nietzsche on suicide*—
remember that nothing can stop
all our secret legislators,
the sly taste makers and king breakers
who surely one day will squint forth
from their caverns to share the most
incorruptible—oh yes, yes
I also felt that went too far, but
buckle up, we’re leaning into the fall.
*[BGE, 4.157]
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