Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _nietzsche_) wrote,@ 2004-10-15 04:48:00 |
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Today is my birthday. I am 160-years-old.
On this perfect day, when everything is ripening and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked forward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my forty-fourth year today, I had the right to bury it,—whatever was life in it has been saved, is immortal. The Revaluation of All Values, the Dionysus Dithyrambs and, for recreation, the Twilight of the Idols,—all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole life?—and so I tell my life to myself.
Preface to Ecce Homo ("How One Becomes What One Is")
On this perfect day, when everything is ripening and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked forward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my forty-fourth year today, I had the right to bury it,—whatever was life in it has been saved, is immortal. The Revaluation of All Values, the Dionysus Dithyrambs and, for recreation, the Twilight of the Idols,—all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole life?—and so I tell my life to myself.
Preface to Ecce Homo ("How One Becomes What One Is")
