Dear Friedrich Nietzsche,

"There is more wisdom in your

body than in your deepest philosophy."


Tis not my body that wields the erudition so sought out,

the moments of environmental impact yields life's aesthetics.



But you distinguished this fact: Perspectivism.



The human "truths" are merely

cognitive play dough, a sculpture of other ideals,

thoughts and theories. We the People

are unoriginal as ever, a periodicity of the

past.



Divulge me, Dr.Nietzsche:

Did you relish in the divine company

of Apollo and polar

Dionysus?

Ensuingly, after celebrating

mortal individuality and logic

-breeding creativity, the

chaotic contrast of

emotional and

delirious of Dionysian.



Two parts of a whole, bestowing: The Birth of Tragedy.




Who's epoch grieves fulsomely?

Gods; Mortals.

The true tragedy is

human destiny

governed by

the "darkest universal realities" while

simultaneously creating a world of

inception- a myriad of dreamt

illusions.



The Gay Science,

New Struggles,

The Madman,

The meaning of our cheerfulness.

Kind sir, I quote you once more:

"Must we ourselves not become gods simply to

appear worthy of it?"

The bereavement of our Lord

streams in bright bloody billboards

across the globe.

Recent discursive with dear

Grim Reaper,

humbly reminded Us of Jesus,

a man acting only through

love.



Your words both touch and perturb me: God Is Dead.



False, Friedrich Nietzsche!

If we are the previous misconceptions

of our ancestry, the balance of

pleasure and logic, the illusions of hope

-then it is evident we live through God.

Our endeavors, although not constant,

should be heavenly.


Sincerely,
The Unknown.