Curtain

Correa&Correa (lambdac@globalserve.net)
Mon, 11 Aug 1997 00:38:20 -0500

Every moment the world becomes different, yet all you see is your sickness of
the same. You talk about beauty, but what do you call beautiful? The poverty
of spirit; the easy commitment to life and knowledge of it. You could be
living, yet you opt for surviving as cackling hens. You do not think in order
to write. You write so that others may help you in your own transactional
analysis of your dirty little secret. Always Oedipus, mine and that of
Nietzsche. Little worms! Never a little daring of an utterance of something
new - a ray of light or hope. Nietzsche could be buggering ye for all time to
come and still no child would result from your barren souls. So then,
silence, be silent. Find the rarefaction that permits effectively having
something to say. Think with your body for once, instead of with your feet
and your family album memories.

And, yes, give it up, reading Nietzsche does not agree with your senescent and
moribund bodies - so young and yet so decrepit!

When one is already dead is when one lives to the hilt. We shall affirm all
of you, by denying thee, multiform one of the great mass of human beings
gathered here to read Nietzsche but managing only to ineptly rewrite him.

Lambda C is something no one has yet comprehended; yet it was discovered by
Compton eighty years ago. The secret of being a vampire is to chose the blood
worth drinking. Long life in secret.

For the deadman already knows that -

"My experience with fellow men have proven to me that very, very few of them
would be willing to listen; and of those few who listen even fewer would be
willing to act on what they have listened to; and of those who are willing to
act even fewer have enough personal power to profit from their acts."

The old warriors saw accurately. That is why they lived without expectations
and went to knowledge as one goes to war. In case you haven't noticed, Lambda
C is at war. Maybe a few on this list are willing to listen. One thing is
clear however, none of the participants know how to act. It follows therefore
that no one here is interested in knowledge for what it is - a power to affirm
life. Protestations could hardly convince an outside observer that it is
otherwise. Knowledge in these intimate halls is just a pretension. So, it is
with little concern that Lambda C leaves you the carcass of Nietzsche. He
will tumble no more in his grave. He asked us to tell you, sycophants and
nincompoops, that he only wrote for himself and his animals. Stick then to
Aquinas, Heidegger, the Tao, and the whole shebang of your summer reading, but
remember this - it was Lambda C who first told it to you - yours is the only
real emptiness of nature.

You may not kill God unless you kill Man - and right now, what we need are
battalions of Applesauces. The SAUCE is ready to follow the drums of
salvation.

Lambda C in a state of deep revulsion for this list.

Keine Wiederkunft des Gleichens, keine Wiedergeburt. Only Schopenhauerians
and crypto-Nietzscheans believe such stupidity. The condition of thought is
to do it some violence. Thank you.

Show is over.

PS- One thing is clear from the compulsive repetition mechanism that passes
in this list by the name of discussion: that first approach to the
eternal recurrence is all most participants can retain: the repetition
of the same. One maybe sick from it, but one knows only too well how to
revel in this sickness. Limping like defeated generals.

That the eternal recurrence is a machine for selection of forces and
values, that is too intelligent to be grasped; try repeating the other,
try affirming a little difference, that is too hard a task for the
higher men and the yes-saying donkeys who know not how to say no.

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