Like a child in the driver’s seat of a fairground ride, the mind has good intentions as it fiddles and fidgets to drive with perfection. But the child’s steering has no real bearing on the car’s travels. This steering wheel cannot override the guiding rail.
Nietzsche calls on us to be the poets of our own lives. He applied this to himself as well, seeing philosophy not as a field for discovering truths but for creating them. What does this mean for us?