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MIRIEL, STEWARD OF THE CHURCH OF VOWS
‘Dreamlike Moon’
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“I killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.”
— José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,"
Amor Fati. Amor Fati is a Latin phrase that may be loosely translated as “Love of Fate” or “Love of One’s Fate”. It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one’s Life, including suffering and loss, as good or, at the very least, necessary, in that they are among the facts of one’s Life and Existence, so they are always necessarily there whether one likes them or not. Moreover, Amor Fati is characterized by an Acceptance of the events or situations that occur in one’s Life. This Acceptance does not necessarily preclude an attempt at Change or Improvement, but rather, it can be seen to be along the lines of what Nietzsche means by the concept of “Eternal Recurrence”: a sense of Contentment with one’s Life and an Acceptance of it, such that one could live exactly the same Life, in all its minute details, over and over for all Eternity.
And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape
Brusciando Brillantemente Dentro
by Dax Norman
Rome, Italy