“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find cartons full of pizza under my bed.”
Thus Spoke Nietzsche: “Beware of being a slave to the light!”
One night of the year 1882 in Leipzig, Nietzsche stops paying his electricity bills due to financial difficulties. Philosophers tend to die of hunger regardless of which century they’re in. Nietzsche reached for the last candle, then reached for his pen and started writing on the bedroom walls. He wrote and sighed; he wrote and howled and cried!
And thus he wrote:
Darkness is known today to symbolize “evil” (whatever that means) or mystery or fear. Darkness is almost a monster waiting to swallow you whole. It is the absence of light (and in some cases the absence of electricity). The light is good and the darkness is bad, consequently having constant electricity is good. However, this is too broad of a generalization, for not all of those who are under the light can be considered to be “good”, and many good people do indeed sit in the dark.
Good people can be found in the darkness as well, looking for a thing to eat or just trying to sleep in the heat whilst transvaluating their values; whereas people who live under constant light could have the soul of a serpent and the heart of a sheep. Beware of being a slave to the light! Not all who suffer are lost, the darkness sleeps in me on a bunk bed shared with sister agony and thus I write on my bedroom walls.
Suddenly, Nietzsche hears a knock on the door; fate is calling. He opens the door with a bold heart; there stands a delivery guy holding a pizza and thus he spoke: “Did someone order a pizza? Is this Mr. Sigmund’s apartment?” In which Nietzsche replied while stroking his moustache: “Yes, of course you fool, but I will not pay for this pizza since it has missed its fate and arrived too late! Nevertheless, I will eat it”. The delivery guy replied: “I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir, here’s a complimentary dessert along with your free pizza, have a good night.”
Nietzsche ate the pizza in the midst of darkness, he ate and he laughed. He ate and sighed; he ate and satisfied his earthly hunger and wrote thus: “I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find cartons full of pizza under my bed.”
Meanwhile on the 5th floor, Sigmund Freud was having a heated argument with his wife after hoovering the last line of cocaine off his coffee table which stood under a well-lit chandelier. In the middle of the argument, Freud paused, put a weird look on his face and asked himself in a loud voice: “Where is that pizza? Have it been swallowed by the darkness?!”
Then a loud laughter was heard coming from below, specifically from the 4th floor. Nietzsche had the Oberhand.
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