“Voyage to the Isles of the Blessed” / Memorable Fancies #1918

[ “…at last our ships may venture out again.” – Nietzsche]

The storm is finally over, that terrible storm that downed our rigging and almost sank us as we were just in sight of that foreign shore.

But now, we said, where are the islands we had sighted? Where is the country of the blessed that we were meant to sail to, worthy to live forever in?

Disappointed and angry, then, we turned and sailed for home and sailed on but then – home was supposed to be – right here.

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