put a keep, are you...

...kidding or what?

"yesterday seems like a life ago cause the one I love today
I hardly know, ... you I held so close in my heart oh dear,
grow further from me with every fallen tear"
Ben Harper

This can be a letter of possibilities for 'lettered' (learned) ...and he also said: ...pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall. (cause) Without art we would be nothing but foreground and live entirely in the spell of that perspective which makes what is closest at hand and most vulgar appear as if it were vast, and reality itself. Whatever has value in our world now does not have value in itself, according to its nature — nature is always value-less, but has been given value at some time, as a present — and it was we who gave and bestowed it. Awh, dearest, are you still here? Ok then, so go through this! Benefiting and hurting others are ways of exercising one's power upon others; that is all one desires in such cases. One hurts those whom one wants to feel one's power, for pain is a much more efficient means to that end than pleasure; pain always raises the question about its origin while pleasure is inclined to stop with itself without looking back. We benefit and show benevolence to those who are already dependent on us in some way (which means that they are used to thinking of us as causes); we want to increase their power because in that way we increase ours, or we want to show them how advantageous it is to be in our power; that way they will become more satisfied with their condition and more hostile to and willing to fight against the enemies of our power. Is it not clear that with all this we are bound to feel ill at ease in an age that likes to claim the distinction of being the most humane, the mildest, and the most righteous age that the sun has ever seen? It is bad enough that precisely when we hear these beautiful words we have the ugliest suspicions. What we find in them is merely an expression—and a masquerade—of a profound weakening, of weariness, of old age, of declining energies. What can it matter to us what tinsel the sick may use to cover up their weakness? Let them parade it as their virtue; after all, there is no doubt that weakness makes one mild, oh so mild, so righteous, so inoffensive, so "humane"! To this end we now need many preparatory courageous human beings who cannot very well leap out of nothing—any more than out of the sand and slime of present-day civilization and metropolitanism: human beings who know how to be silent, lonely, resolute, and content and constant in invisible activities; human beings who are bent on seeking in all things for what in them must be overcome; human beings distinguished as much by cheerfulness, patience, unpretentiousness, and contempt for all great vanities as by magnanimity in victory and forbearance regarding the small vanities of the vanquished; human beings whose judgment concerning all victors and the share of chance in every victory and fame is sharp and free; human beings with their own festivals, their own working days, and their own periods of mourning, accustomed to command with assurance but instantly ready to obey when that is called for, equally proud, equally serving their own cause in both cases; more endangered human beings, more fruitful human beings, happier beings! well, kim's mother is absolutely right, once even the philosopher himself has said: I would not know what the spirit of a philosopher might wish more to be than a good dancer. And dear, let me tell you this: i was introduced to her once, a long time ago, ...i was there to meet that beautiful woman, to get near her, as we had common friends, i took the chance to know her, to face her and, to dare to ask her to make some songs together, i had already made a song with one of her poems... called alga d' água that i had picked up from her first(?) book, 'no ritmo dessa festa', and of course, like any other boy on those days, i was dreaming about having "something" with the most desirable and the cutest woman of this nation at that time, but, you know, magic comes really when we're are not expecting anything, and at this very same day i've met her partner on the same play and (i do not remember how many time it take then), i'll not gonna waste our time telling that i thought this or that about anything that then happened, or try to explain what i think about heartbeatings increases and it's causes or the way those things are easy to perceive but, ...i married her partner a little bit later and we've been married and fuckingly happy till her death, fourteen, maybe fifteen years after this day... wow, isn't it amazing? it may sounds almost unreal but it's the very truth about my first meeting with this woman i loved so much! well, i was a boy but i was not kidding on that stuff already, ...and if you want me to be more clear than i am being all this fucking looong time, i'll ask you just one more question: why the fuck didn't you come yet? aham, ...the honour of this meeting, hehehe, i think, at least, we should talk about a couple of things!...and it can be nice! don't you think so? ;) ...nothing to be afraid now, i won't bite, ...unless you ask ...or if i get eager to! ahahahaha