The Firemind

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lost faith in the woman I loved,

lost faith in the order of things,

or even became convinced that I was surrounded by a disorderly,

evil,

perhaps devil-made chaos,

even if I were completely overcome by the horrors of human despair—

I would still want to live on;

once I have started drinking from this cup, I won't put it down until I have emptied it to the last drop.

It's quite possible, though, that by the time I'm thirty I will have tossed away the cup without really having finished it, and I will go off in who knows what direction.

I know for sure that until then my youth will have overcome everything-every disappointment,

every disgust caused by life.

Many times I've asked myself whether there is anything in the world that could crush

my frantic, indecent appetite for life,

In your 20s you’ll feel like you’re losing the race.

It is important to understand that there is no race.

Attend to your ambitions.

The Professor’s that I’ve had seemed to have none. I believe it is an implicit rule of professionalism, that one must never share their hunger with those they teach.

But I find myself unable to be a mouthpiece that simply reproduces information.

My teaching style does not submit to gravity.

I want everything.

And I want you to want everything too.

And so blood is being born into a shared story, while marriage is choosing who to share that story with and how the two of you choose to continue your stories.

Every relationship is a sort of shared story. https://open.substack.com/pub/overthinkingnewsletter/p/what-is-family?r=205al7&utm_medium=ios