When one lives in the unliveable world
of dreamy euphoria,
there is no rush to go back to the real.
Because everything is possible—then.
And yet nothing is possible
until reason takes over.
Until one’s consciousness
solidifies into some tangible world of res
in which reason and reality become one —
just as Hegel once intimated.
The contours of reality are as hard as rock,
the rock we repeatedly bump into
and get bruised.
The existence is no longer pliable then—
it’s no longer poiesis.
But those who soar sky-high
in pursuit
of the lofty and the impossible
risk the Icarus’s end.
That’s what Nietzsche did—
and he fell to the ground,
crashing down.
