As far as the rest of life is concerned, what people call 'experience' – who has enough time? And which of us is serious enough for that? In these matters, I fear, we've been 'missing the point.' Our hearts have not even been engaged – nor, for that matter, have our ears! We've been much more like someone divinely distracted and self-absorbed into whose ear the clock has just pealed the twelve strokes of noon with all its force and who all at once wakes up and asks himself 'What exactly did that clock strike?' – so we rub ourselves behind the ears afterwards and ask, totally surprised and embarrassed, 'What have we really just experienced?' And more: 'Who are we really?' Then, as I've mentioned, we count – after the fact – all the twelve trembling strokes of the clock. Strangers to ourselves, we do not understand ourselves, we have to keep ourselves confused.
credits
from Keep Yourself Confused,
released August 12, 2011
Sample/reference: "Do What You Set Out To Do" by Bobby "Blue" Bland. Lyrics are from the preface to On the Geneology of Morals by Friedrich Nietzsche.
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