Each person forms their
own life and is their own
cause, as Nietzsche suggested,
and I, for one, will not give
up the ownership of this
life that is mine to create,
to give, to form as soft clay,
or to chisel as stone.

Not to some distant god.
Not even to those close.

I ask myself the question:
what is this me that I am
ever forming with moving
soft hands and hard chisel ?

And the answer varies from
day to day and goes
to nothing,
to something,
to everything,
to life,
to death,
to emptiness.

 

27/11/2023