The irony of me having thought exactly this when breaking down my belief of love for a few future chapters and how I would never tame or try to even "keep" anyone from their truth, their nature, their path, their drives which direct them, and I'd never stifle someone I claim to love. That's not love; that's exactly what they said here: "domestication" and a "keeping" or rather attempting to direct and change the nature of another. I never understood magic like this, nor love. This isn't love; you're focused on yourself. You're serving yourself, painting it as anything else to cope with the harm you're doing. Can you really not stand yourself that much? Why do you see All seperate from yourself, anyway? Is the idea of being alone in form so lonely to you that you'd rather do something this monstrous? The irony, you're worse than the beast and not a monster at all... it's pathetically human, all too human for me. I may understand it and the want for it, but it's weak to me.
I guess at the heart of the matter is the fact that I just don't see loss the same as others see it, just the same self and other, or as life and death—linearly and separately. That's why most fear it all, and I don't.
Anyyyyway... just saying. This is my opinion I'm sharing and your free to yours but this seems good a time as any to share a bit on my jots on the matter.
I couldn't even keep a friend back from their own Becoming, whatever that looks like and whatever direction that's going. That's respect, equal respect and love of a true and deeper form than many are matured enough to challenge themselves to embody. It's like star friends, as Nietzsche touches on. And as he says, "It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages."
In "Thus Spoke Zarathustra," he expands on this by warning against relationships built strictly on romantic or sexual urges, calling standard romantic love "the most ingenuous expression of egoism" and a hidden "lust for possession." He believed that couples should first look at each other and ask if they could enjoy a lifelong conversation together, rather than relying solely on passing romantic feelings. I think the best way to compare the energy of people's approach to life, love, and themselves, as well as all of their relationships and the like, and their general interpreting of the world, is his comparison of the decadent/hungry artist versus the Dionysian pessimist/overflowing artist, for anyone curious.
(I was going to include quotes from my writing, but I can't decide, and they're all very long, so... yeah. This is just my opinion; feel free to have yours. This is mine; good luck with yours, even if it's different from mine. Not pushing mine, again, just sharing it on a post that is so relevant! That's why I personally don't like how most people see the theory of soulmates, let alone the red string of fate. But hey, to each their own. Have your fun, I'm having mine right now, is all.)
To explore the topic as I solidified my direction, I was deeply inspired by pages 305-314 of "A Nietzsche Reader," which speaks on the marks of the maturation of an individual. I love that he uses the vine knife, no less as symbol here. We crave all the Dionysian imagery in this house, which is a temple to him. Specifically the quote titled "234" until the next starts. Tehehehe, but the whole section is great!
Also, look into his concept of Star Friends! It connects to an antiquity style of friendship. This academic paper has a summary section that covers a bit of it. I've yet to read the paper.
The Gay Science, "Star Friendship: We were friends and have become estranged. But this was right, and we do not want to conceal and obscure it from ourselves as if we had reason to feel ashamed. We are two ships each of which has its own goal and course; our paths may cross and we may celebrate a feast together, as we did—and then the good ships rested so quietly in one harbour and one sunshine that it may have looked as if they had reached their goal and as if they had one goal. But then the almighty force of our tasks drove us apart again into different seas and sunny zones, and perhaps we shall never see each other again; perhaps we shall meet again but fail to recognize each other: our exposure to different seas and suns has changed us. That we have to become estranged is the law above us; by the same token we should also become more venerable for each other—and the memory of our former friendship more sacred. There is probably a tremendous but invisible stellar orbit in which our different ways and goals may be included as small parts of this path: let us rise up to this thought. But our life is too short and our power of vision too small for us to be more than friends in the sense of this sublime possibility.—Let us then believe in our star friendship even if we should be compelled to be earth enemies."
My old ass singing "Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)" since making this rant, I assure you the tone was meant to embody that and Amor Fati for anyone feeling attacked. I am just brash on topics like this since most aren't, and sometimes we need that blunt phrasing to get it through our thick fucking skulls up in the clouds. (So, lovingly, maybe you needed that.)
