We can grow quintillion times again
And we can know more than the ancients many times again
And still be dwarfed by the nearest star
We can understand the universe many times more,
And still never understand our increasingly complex selves
I love the flimsy wills of men, Amor fati
We shall forget the lessons of the ancients
And the great leviathan shall rise again
We shall destroy every last God again
Become them ourselves,
And it will never become absurd
I am continually impressed. You rarely show this much feeling Mr. Professor (watch Phillidelphia Story, or consult your sister) it’s more delicate than fact, but i love it.