the ladder can accompany singing. like one of those wooden things that go trtrtrtrtrtrt.
the smile at the foot of the ladder comes from the very same depth: the desire for the impossible. the clown who wishes to impart everlasting joy is as tyrannical as caligula who wants to give meaning (and happiness) by showing how it was never there to begin with.
"the striving for distinction brings with it..." and nietzsche draws a whole process like steps up a ladder.
as self-destructive modes of being wear off I get more and more scared of heights.
(another new thought: we need the absence of tyrant: the whore and the poet boy.)
