ensnared again

I'm still trying to understand the significance of it, but I've basically stopped writing in my journal. At one time, I recorded all the minutiae of my thoughts and emotions in painfully self-analytic detail. About three years of my life are chronicaled in page after page of tiny, cramped black script, bound in five tasteful volumes, eventually to be published by Simon and Schuster. Or perhaps Farrar, Strauss & Giroux.

Anyway, I haven't been writing in my journal much. Months have gone by. I think New York has altered me. In fact, I know it has, and I'm still trying to figure out exactly how. But I woke up this morning knowing that it was time to record my thoughts again and this time -- in this city of self-exposure -- to share them with the world.

For old time's sake I thought I'd start with a quote from Nietzsche:

Have you ever said Yes to a single joy? O my friends, then you said Yes, too, to all woe. All things are entangled, ensnared, enamored; if ever you willed one thing twice, if ever you said, "You please me, happiness! Abide, moment!" then you willed all back. All anew, all eternally, all entangled, ensnared, enamored—oh, then you loved the world. Eternal ones, love it eternally and evermore; and to woe, too, you say: go, but return! For all joy wills—eternity.