Marine Lover of Friedrich Nietzsche Book

But endless rapture awaits whoever trusts the sea.

For there is no higher call than the sea's. The man who can no longer hear it, has already lost his hearing to her spell. And hears only the sea, and hears no longer. But moves blindly in search of its source.

To think of the sea from afar, to eye her from a distance, to use her to fashion his highest reveries, to weave his dreams of her, and spread his sails while remaining safe in port, that is the delirium of the sea lover.
After all, it is surely essential to keep what one loves'at a distance? That is what voyagers through eternity claim.
To turn their loves into thought is their highest desire. And gather them all (toutes) together in a single moment. Enclose them in a ring so as to keep them'at a distance. Hold off their end in their return'at a distance. And become, yes, become everything (le tout)'but at a distance.
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So get away from the sea. She is far too disturbing. She blurs faces and memories. Her depth is too great. Even when she is limpid, her bed never comes to light. And she is too constantly rained on to become the transparence of dreams. Too restless to be a true mirror.
At a distance: that is where to keep her so as to bind her to his rhythm and to the measure of his will, without his coming back too near to test the reliability of such footbridges. And anything reminiscent of the sea must also be held in the night of sleep.

But the evil begins at birth. He who mistakes his skin when coming into the world will indefinitely seek the arrival in port.

Is this the way with love that has overcome hatred? When a body becomes a barrier that cannot be crossed, something closed off inside its own skin, or place, or world, isn't this the work of hatred? Doesn't Christianity forget this? Remain the prisoner of hate? With its Distance and Difference, its Heaven and its hell, its good men and sinners, its last judgement, its morality of retribution and punishment, its inquisitions and persecutions, its charity...