To the deepest parts of the earth

December 20, 2014
I saw something a while back.
The world as only limited to earthly, material things. And even so, the earth is disregarded.
The surface, of things, is more the totality of the matter.
But the earth is, in fact, a solid rock. A mass.

There is also the air. And everything around, the atmosphere.
The things unseen - of which I cannot remember.
If I wanted to be a pilot and die the air, it is much of a glorious adventure than dying anywhere else on (the surface of) this earth.
The earth, I love because it is all I have until it is no more; or I die or am buried in it.

"Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,—but only waiting for MYSELF. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and leaping and climbing and dancing. This however is my teaching: he who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:—one doth not fly into flying!"

(Nietzsche, 1883-1891).

Picture the earth as a globe in space with nothing holding it... And then there are the structures built on its surface. This is beautiful. Yet we are surrounded by space. The space we dream of.

Let us not rush, dear 'dream ones'.
It can be lonely, out there, all alone -

In space:

surrounded by the stars
and the dark,
drifting through infinity like a helium inflated balloon.

All on our own.

I admonish you to the words of Nietzsche: be true to the earth. Love the earth; what you have. And be true to your self.
Then can you love you: I love I, and you love I and I love you.
 But enough with the nonsense and play of words.
I love you


Reference:
Friedrich W. Nietzsche, 1883-1891. Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None. Germany: Ernst Schmeitzner.