Made this drink today at my bar:

  • 1 oz Greygoose vodka
  • 1 oz Bacardi Superior rum
  • 1 strawberry
  • butter
  • honey

Directions: melt a small amount of honey and butter and pour into cocktail glass. Squeeze the strawberry in the glass and add equal parts of ice-shaken rum and vodka to fill.

What is the Will to Power you ask? This is an excerpt from the chapter “Self-Overcoming” from Nietzsche’s Thus Spake Zarathustra. Unfortunately, it is translated in King James style English and not by Walter Kaufmann here. However, the King James version has the sort of Biblical effect I imagine Zarathustra to be speaking in anyway.

Wherever I found a living thing, there found I Will to Power; and even in the will of the servant found I the will to be master.

That to the stronger the weaker shall serve–thereto persuadeth he his will who would be master over a still weaker one. That delight alone he is unwilling to forego.

And as the lesser surrendereth himself to the greater that he may have delight and power over the least of all, so doth even the greatest surrender himself, and staketh–life, for the sake of power.

It is the surrender of the greatest to run risk and danger, and play dice for death.

And where there is sacrifice and service and love-glances, there also is the will to be master. By by-ways doth the weaker then slink into the fortress, and into the heart of the mightier one–and there stealeth power.

And this secret spake Life herself unto me. “Behold,” said she, “I am that WHICH MUST EVER SURPASS ITSELF.

To be sure, ye call it will to procreation, or impulse towards a goal, towards the higher, remoter, more manifold: but all that is one and the same secret.

Rather would I succumb than disown this one thing; and verily, where there is succumbing and leaf-falling, lo, there doth Life sacrifice itself–for power!

That I have to be struggle, and becoming, and purpose, and cross-purpose– ah, he who divineth my will, divineth well also on what CROOKED paths it hath to tread!

Whatever I create, and however much I love it,–soon must I be adverse to it, and to my love: so willeth my will.

And even thou, discerning one, art only a path and footstep of my will: verily, my Will to Power walketh even on the feet of thy Will to Truth!

He certainly did not hit the truth who shot at it the formula: ‘Will to existence’: that will–doth not exist!

For what is not, cannot will; that, however, which is in existence–how could it still strive for existence!

Only where there is life, is there also will: not, however, Will to Life, but–so teach I thee–Will to Power!

Much is reckoned higher than life itself by the living one; but out of the very reckoning speaketh–the Will to Power!”–

Thus did Life once teach me: and thereby, ye wisest ones, do I solve you the riddle of your hearts.

Verily, I say unto you: good and evil which would be everlasting–it doth not exist! Of its own accord must it ever surpass itself anew.

With your values and formulae of good and evil, ye exercise power, ye valuing ones: and that is your secret love, and the sparkling, trembling, and overflowing of your souls.

But a stronger power groweth out of your values, and a new surpassing: by it breaketh egg and egg-shell.

And he who hath to be a creator in good and evil–verily, he hath first to be a destroyer, and break values in pieces.

Thus doth the greatest evil pertain to the greatest good: that, however, is the creating good.–

Let us SPEAK thereof, ye wisest ones, even though it be bad. To be silent is worse; all suppressed truths become poisonous.

And let everything break up which–can break up by our truths! Many a house is still to be built!–

Thus spake Zarathustra.