I'm in love! (Nietzsche is so charming...)

oh, hi... i think i took too many of those things that help me study... the blue ones... but i've written 2 pages (6 to go by tomorrow morning). my paper is called "A sanctuary must be shattered." it's always best to think of a title first...

donna went to powell's and sold some of our books for $60, so we were able to buy my eye medication and some donuts to eat for fat tuesday! (apparently this is a tradition). i have gotten used to a diet of oatmeal, ramen, and whatever free food i can find at reed. it will be nice when (if?) i can freely buy groceries again. i mean, eventually the ramen's going to run out, and then what will we do?

some beautiful quotes:

�everyone who promises like a sovereign, weightily, seldom, slowly, who is stingy with his trust, who conveys a mark of distinction when he trusts, who gives his word as something on which one can rely because he knows himself to be strong enough to uphold it even against accidents, even �against fate�... The proud knowledge of the extraordinary privilege of responsibility, the consciousness of this rare freedom... has sunk into his lowest depth and has become instinct, the dominant instinct... this sovereign being calls it his conscience..."

�he awakens for himself an interest, an anticipation, a hope, almost a certainty, as if with him something were announcing itself, something preparing itself, as if man were not a goal but only a path, an incident, a great promise...�

�he takes all the �no� that he says to himself, to nature, naturalness, the facticity of his being and casts it out of himself as a �yes,� as existing, corporeal, real, as God, as holiness of God... as beyond, as eternity, as torture without end, as hell, as immeasurability of punishment and guilt... the will of man to find himself guilty and reprehensible to the point that it cannot be atoned for.�

�...But someday, in a stronger time than this decaying, self-doubting present, he really must come to us, the redeeming human of the great love and contempt, the creative spirit whose compelling strength again and again drives him out of any apart or beyond, whose loneliness is misunderstood by the people as if it were a flight from reality--: whereas it is only his submersion, burial, absorption in reality so that one day, when he again comes to light, he can bring home the redemption of this reality... this bell-stroke of noon and of the great decision, that makes the will free again.�