NIETZSCHE; DEAD PHILOSOPHERS' INBOX

[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[doitrockapella]

Praising me also comes with the notable side effect of making me slightly more inclined to kiss you again.

Whether or not you consider that a benefit worth exploring is up to you.

[explosivecombat]

Let's say I'll keep that in mind and leave it at that.

[doitrockapella]

You're no fun.

[explosivecombat]

Plenty of people would beg to differ, you know.

[doitrockapella]

And yet you're not nearly so interested in them as you are in me. I wonder why.

[explosivecombat]

Consider it one of life's great mysteries.

[doitrockapella]

One that might have to wait for another day, all things considered. You have a bad habit of keeping me up late.

[explosivecombat]

I believe you contacted me...?

[doitrockapella]

It could've been a short call.

...Theoretically.

[explosivecombat]

Despite that known habit of mine, I suppose it could have been.

Theoretically.

[doitrockapella]

I've got something for you, though, before I go.

[explosivecombat]

Do you, now?

Go on, then.

[doitrockapella]

Then — in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.