This is a bit of an experiment to see what lives in the mind of my HN friends:

People do not live in sync, and I live slowly. Some live for mere seconds, too light for this world. Some are heavy--marking all they encounter--only passing away when the world has found the strength to cast them off.

Nietzsche wanted to be read slowly. A beautiful gambit, for who can walk thus without falling over? It is likely that those who can... do not, and Dionysus is not his final answer to this problem. Where do we pick up?