Michael Foucault goes up to the counter and orders an iced coffee. Is his choice a product of his past or his present? Aren’t we all just at the whim of the power structures that control our society? Should we abandon this Starbucks and take control of our own beverages? What do we know about coffee? What do any of us know about anything? The barista, not surprisingly, quits her job.
"To live is to suffer. To survive is to find some meaning in the suffering."
'O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown — must fall!'
Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and long he continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone…
But there is something in me that I call courage: it has always destroyed every discouragement in me. This courage bade me stop and say: ‘Dwarf! You! Or I!’
For courage is the best destroyer — courage that attacks: for in every attack there is a triumphant shout…
Courage also destroys giddiness at abysses: and where does man not stand at an abyss?
Courage destroys even death, for it says: ‘Was that life? Well then! Once more!’