'My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity.' Written 1888, weeks before the collapse, it operationalizes the eternal recurrence: affirmation total enough to will the infinite repetition of every second.
Popular philosophy files amor fati beside Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius: accept what you cannot control, transmute obstacle into fuel. The self-help shelf now sells Nietzsche as motivational content, which is either the concept's triumph or its exact betrayal.
Twenty-four centuries earlier: the sage who yields like water, who does not contend and therefore cannot be contended with. Amor fati and wu wei meet at the same place, total yes to what is, by opposite gaits. One wrestles fate into love; the other never quarreled with it.
Is loving your fate wisdom, or the most elegant surrender ever phrased?