Frank BidartDrugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within    I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns
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“drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnal round, the monotonous sorrow of the finite, within I am awake repairing in dirt the frayed immaculate thread forced by being to watch the birth of suns” is a great quote by Nietzsche. The quote describes how people who are tired of life become bored and just want to sleep. They do not want to live their life anymore and feel that they need to find a way to escape it. However, there is also another meaning in this quote.
Nietzsche talks about how we can see life as a kind of movie. We can watch a movie until it gets boring and wants us to leave the theater. But, if we stay in the movie theater, we can make changes to make our movie better.
In other words, if you notice that a movie is getting boring, you can make it better by watching it with a different outlook or angle. In this case, Nietzsche says that we can repair our lives from boredom by watching the suns come out every day. He says that when we are bored or tired of life, we can repair that weariness by looking down at the dirt.
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