The command given to Orpheus, before he mananged to make his way into the underworld and was escorting his wife, Eurydice, by the hand, back to the land of the living, was that, in this endeavor, he not look back at Eurydice, until they had reached higher ground. Well, Orpheus, great joy and love overruled his reason and he gazed back on Eurydice and in that instant he lost her forever, she was taken back to the underworld of shadows and shades...thus was Hanging Man born, my tuneful travail of love, sacrifice, and failure, in which the poet is left with only time, death, and longing as his only companions...somehow music manages to harmonize these tragic occurences, even sweetens them in an uncanny way, so it's not exactly victory we snatch from our defeats, but, by singing out our defeat, some obscure but necessary victory is claimed by the heart.
amor fati
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