The Orchestration of the Social Will to Power
The beginning—how can there be a beginning? What is what, and how does it purport to be that? Can you be sure? What is so if so is what? So what? Obnoxious, isn't it? Your mind is telling you this and that, but it has to be; you know, there are rules for defining that? Knowledge, rules—knowledge has become a slave to rules. This exists because of that, and that exists because of this; they are just blocks you are using to building your cell. Life is free of such things, but we are not truly alive, are we? A grave is calling your name, isn't it?