An opinion.
I used to laugh quietly and loudly at Nietzsche. He just seemed so goofy, staring intently at nothing and writing passionately about irrational things.
But then, somewhere along the path between February and April, I changed my mind. And Nietzsche began to offer new ways of approaching life, of approaching living. He challenged and changed some of my view and strengthened others. And now I look at him fondly and laugh, at my innocence and my growing and my transforming.

Toes
I’ve never much liked my toes – I notice them only when I absolutely have to. A few weeks ago I dropped a fifty-odd pound stone bench on my big toe, and perhaps broke it. There’s still pain when I walk or stand for too long. And so I have to notice, and I develop blisters on unfamiliar parts of my foot as I try to shift weight off the big toe.