A life lived intensely–what is this? Intensity of the kind we seek: never to be the heat of some internal passion, the upsurge of anger, the adamantine fist of stubbornness.
Intensity, more heat than light, flowing from the presence of the Good. Certainly my powers enhanced, yet certainly too the enhancement of my powers is owing to the propinquity of the Good. Approaching it? Yes, I can feel it. Drawing near? Yes.
Intensity is not explosiveness either for, as Nietzsche makes plain in The Will to Power, someone with strength may be able to wait, may hold off reacting until it is time and not, during that time, feel slack or weak, cowed.
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