|The Peasant Dance, Pieter Bruegel the Elder (1568)|
|Son lights his father's funeral pyre|
What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.'Another way to look at this is to love your fate. Nietzsche explained:
My formula for human greatness is amor fati: that one wants to have nothing different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely to bear the necessary, still less to conceal it—all idealism is mendaciousness before the necessary—but to love it.Samsara, the source of all our trials and tribulations, is also the source of beauty and wisdom. I have no desire to leave it until it's my time, and then I hope to depart with grace and dignity. The only rebirth I expect is in the memories of those I love.