Another year is upon us!

Pray to the gods that it won't be even worse than 2024, which personally was my own 1984 so to speak, I never experienced so much social misery and hardships in my life before. Yet I still live, I even thrived. Applied Nietzschean values indeed with a mix of daoistic a-gnosticism delivered by the Goddess, but which one I don't know,

Minerva, Eris, Aphrodite or even Hera the old nagging wife?

Feels like Zeus being still alive and writing part of the Play, a tragedy most profound myself seems to take part in.

The Greek poets couldn't have made this shit up, Pindar, Euripides, Aeschylus, Sophocles