Übermensch returns

I teach you the overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him?
-Nietzsche

I have slept. Slept tirelessly so as to attack darkness. Held her down and demanded she repay me. My dreams, my dreams, she took them!  Stole them from my wakeulness and hid them beneath my slumber.  I ripped them from her hands.

I have fallen. Fallen into the daze of days. What illusion! This idea that time had stopped and started again, only to change costumes from friend to foe. I notioned tomorrow was a surely my hero, yesterday a villain, and today a mere pedestrian.

I am outraged. I did this to myself. Working for less and asking for more, all the livelong day. I need a complete reversal; I ask only that you sustain me Lord.

I have reached another plateau. Can't live with so little art and I don't know how to get better at it.Everything is laying down flat and smooth. When the bumps settle it's time to pick up speed for take off.

I will use every instrument. Each day will be notes of my grand concerto. My pen and guitar, actions and erhu, feelings and bamboo flute, woodwinds and string my friend I am not so brass.

I will not feast; this fire was lit for more than dead meat.  I've had my fill and anyway while each of you sleep someone has got to get back to translating those stars. How else will we get off this rock?