I give up all that sort of stuff.
Yet while I live, I want to live. Death, no doubt, solves its own problems. Let Life solve the problem of living.
“Teach me to live that so I may
Rise glorious at the Judgment Day.”
I have no desire to rise glorious at any Judgment Day, when the serpent finally chokes himself with his own tail.
“Teach me to live that I may
Go gaily on from day to day.”
Nay, in all the world, I feel the life-urge weakening. It may be, there are too many people alive. I feel it is, because there is too much automatic consciousness and self-consciousness in the world.
We can’t live by loving life, alone. Life is like a capricious mistress: the more you woo her the more she despises you. You have to get up and go to something more interesting. Then she’ll pelt after you.
Life is the river, darkly sparkling, that enters into us from behind, when we set our faces towards the unknown. Towards some goal!!!
But there is no eternal goal. Every attempt to find an eternal goal puts the tail of the serpent into his mouth again, whereby he chokes himself in one more last gasp.
What is there then, if there is no eternal goal?