To savor the pleasures of love.

Here’s a thought. That I’m pondering tonight. A quote. From the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche:

“What if a demon were to creep after you one day or night, in your loneliest loneness, and say: ‘This life which you live and have lived, must be lived again by you, and innumerable times more. And mere will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and every sigh—everything unspeakably small and great in your life—must come again to you, and in the same sequence and series. . . . The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned—and you with it, dust of dust! Would you not throw yourself down and curse the demon who spoke to you thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment, in which you would answer him: ‘Thou art a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ “

Yes, Nietzsche is asking us to pretend that we had to live our lives over and over again. The same exact life. Repeatedly. Forever and ever. Would that scare the willies out of me?  Or would I consider it a blessing?  And be happy about it. Yes, folks, I could accept the notion of eternal recurrence. Living my life over and over again. Without being bored. Fully able to savor the pleasures of love. --Jim Broede