"Look at the herd grazing before you: it does not know what yesterday, what today , jump around, eat, rest, digest, go back to jump, and so from dawn to dusk and day by day, briefly linked with his pleasure and pain, that is attached to the peg of the instant, and therefore neither sad nor bored. It hurts to see the man because comparison of the animal he boasts of his humanity and yet looks with envy at the happiness of the - because this only he wants to live like an animal or bored or between pain and wants him but in vain, because I do not want to like the animal. The man once asked the animal, because I speak of your happiness and only look at me? The animal on the other hand wanted to respond and say this is because I forget now what I meant - but soon forgot this answer too, and was silent, so he surprised the man.
But he is also surprised himself, because of can not learn to forget and to be continually tied to the past : as away, as quickly as he runs, he runs with the chain. It's a miracle: the moment, here present, there he is already gone, before nothing, after all, yet still returns as a ghost, disrupting the peace of a second back. A continuous sheet is detached from the roll of time, falls, fly away - and Rivoli suddenly back in her lap man. Then the man says "I remember 'and envies the animal, which immediately forgets and sees really die, sink into the fog and night, any time off for good. Then the animal lives in a non-historical, since it amounts to a number in the present, without which remains a strange village; is not able to pretend, does not hide anything and is at all times in all and for all as what it is, therefore can not be anything but sincere.
But man stands under the great and ever greater burden of the past: it crushes him to the ground and fold the part, this weighs down his pace and dark like an invisible burden, he may well make a show of denial, and that in relationships with others deny all too willingly, to arouse their envy.
So she moved, as if he remembered a lost paradise, to see the sheep grazing or, more family closeness, the child who does not have to be denied and that no past games in Blessed blindness between the hedges of past and future. Yet his play must be disturbed: too soon he awakens from his oblivion. Then learn to understand the word "there", the slogan with which struggle, suffering and tedium are close to humans, to remind him what is basically his life - something imperfect that can never be made . And when finally the death brings the longed oblivion it dispenses with this and the existence, thereby impressing the seal on that knowledge - that there is only one stop being a living thing and refuse the drink itself, contradict the itself. [...] Happiness, one thing is always the one for which happiness becomes happiness the to forget or, more scholarly expression, the ability to hear, while it lasts, in a non-historical.
Who knows not to sit on the threshold of the moment forget all things past, those who are not able to stand up to a point without dizziness and fear as a goddess of victory, not will ever know what happiness is, and worse, will never do anything that will make others happy. "
(FW Nietzsche, The bliss of oblivion) \u200b\u200b
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