Ah, I remember this wisdom. St. Patty's Day, earlier this year. Very good times. The best, even.
I will recall this wisdom I posted back then, into the present moment, as some kind of respite or justification perhaps, for the fact that all of that stuff back then didn't amount to anything. But at least I have memories, of what it is like to be truly alive.
“Be clever, Ariadne! ...
You have little ears; you have my ears:
Put a clever word in them! —
Must one not first hate oneself, in order to love oneself? ...
I am your labyrinth ...”. -N
“A man is not great if he is not small, and he is not small if he is not great. Concepts flirt with the loss of their significance in the oscillation between ambiguous states, and this is in part the function and purpose of concepts.” -Primer on Meaning