When one lives in the unliveable world
of dreamy euphoria,
there
is no rush to go back to the real.
Because everything is possible—then.
And
yet nothing is possible
until reason takes over.
Until
one’s consciousness
solidifies into some tangible world
of res
in
which reason and reality become one —
just as Hegel once intimated.
The
contours of reality are as hard as rock,
the
rock we repeatedly bump into
and get bruised.
The
existence is no longer pliable then—
it’s no longer poiesis.
But
those who soar sky-high
in pursuit
of
the lofty and the impossible
risk the Icarus’s end.
That’s
what Nietzsche did—
and
he fell to the ground,
