Interweaves story and dream, past and present, and philosophy and poetry in a sardonic and …
Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or sublime, its horror, sublimity, and beauty mean nothing. We need take no more note of it than of a war between two African kingdoms in the fourteenth century, a war that altered nothing in the destiny of the world, even if a hundred thousand blacks perished in excruciating torment.
Eh. Allerede i begynnelsen er det en bismak av uironisk, kulturelt nærsynt, pret..., jo, jeg vil bruke ordet, pretensiøs dyrking av den vestlige kanons store menn (Nietzsche, Beethoven, Parmenides, Freud etc). Kommer meg vel gjennom, men eh, eh eh, vi bryr oss jo ikke om hundretusen døde afrikanere for noen hundre år siden -- men greske teaterstykker, derimot!