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Becoming (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a fact, whereas time is an interpretation.

Becoming (n.) seen ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠everywhere by a man without the power of forgetting would dissolve his belief in his own being; like a true pupil of Heraclitus, he would hardly dare to raise his finger.

Becoming (n.) as ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠sovereign doctrine — the fluidity of all concepts and species, the lack of any cardinal distinction between man and animal — is true but deadly.

Becoming (n.) without ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠end is a lying puppet-play in which man forgets himself — the endless stupid game the great child, time, plays before us and with us; heroic truthfulness is ceasing one day to be its toy.

Becoming (n.) cools ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠our admiration wherever we can see it: that is why we call the artist a genius — his work hides how it became — and not the scientist.

Becoming (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠hardest to endure for the one who is becoming — the impatient youth borrows a finished picture of the world from a philosopher or poet, serves as a vassal, and forgets the thing most worth learning: himself.

Becoming (n.) who ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠you are: "Become who you are!" — the motto of the raiser, cultivator and taskmaster of human fish.

Becoming (n.) and ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠knowledge exclude one another; so a kind of becoming must itself create the deception of beings — a will to make knowable.

Becoming (n.) makes ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠everything equally valuable, eternal, necessary, if it is a great ring — in itself, everything that is says Yes.

Becoming (n.) aims ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠at no final state — if it did, that state would have been reached already.

Becoming (n.) in ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the Dionysian world is the eternally self-creating, eternally self-destroying — a becoming that knows no satiety, disgust or weariness, without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal.

Becoming (n.) felt ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠from within is the continual creating of an over-wealthy, endlessly tense god whose only escape from the torment of being is constant transformation — the world as a succession of divine visions.

Becoming (n.) must ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠appear justified at every moment — the present never justified by a future, the past never by the present.