WOULD you
go into isolation, my brother? Would you seek
the Thus spoke Zarathustra.
"Thus spoke Zarathustra" (1883)
There are young philosophers in all societies who start serious reasoning via admiration - and imitation - of Nietzsche. Friedrich Nietzsche himself started as a quasi-pathological case of Stoicism. He ended up in a more grave condition. This brings to the forefront Jung's impossible promise: “Show me who is sane, and I shall cure him for you!” Just think for a moment of quasi-pathological acts that achieved high fame: Nietzsche, Van Gogh, Kafka...
My Nietzsche experience as a youngster has, actually, bright tones. I vividly remember an intellectual joke active in my life as a college student. Not many people get this joke. One must be a Romanian intellectual with good knowledge of Old Romanian history and language. The joke can't be translated into any other language.
The first reference to Nietzsche in the Romanian culture appears in these folkloric verses:
The lirics appear in several old popular songs.
The joke relies on the pronunciation of 'Nietzsche'. In the Old Romanian language, 'Nietzsche' is pronounced very similarly to 'nice' ('niché'): 'neither' and 'nor' (in English, that is). That would lead to a non-joking English translation like:
”Neither home, nor table,
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way to yourself? Tarry yet a little and hear
me.
"He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All
isolation is
wrong": so say the herd.
And long did you belong to the
herd.
The voice of the
herd will still echo in you. And when you
say,
"I have no longer a conscience in common with you,"
then will it be
a plaint and a
pain.
Lo, that pain itself did the same conscience
produce; and the last
gleam of that conscience
still glows on your affliction.
But you would go the
way of your affliction, which is the way
to yourself? Then
show me your authority and the strength to do
so!
Are you a new strength and a new authority? A
first motion? A
self-rolling wheel? Can you
also compel stars to revolve around
you?
Alas! there is so
much lusting for loftiness! There are so
many
convulsions of the ambitions! Show me that you are not
a lusting
and ambitious
one!
Alas! there are so many great thoughts that do
nothing more than the
bellows: they inflate, and
make emptier than ever.
Free, do you call yourself? Your ruling thought
would I hear of,
and not
that you have escaped from a
yoke.
Are you one entitled
to escape from a yoke? Many a one has cast
away his final
worth when he has cast away his servitude.
Free from
what? What do that matter to Zarathustra!
Clearly,
however, shall your eye
show to me: free for
what?
Can you give to yourself your bad and your good,
and set up your
will
as a law over you? Can you be
judge for yourself, and
avenger
of your law?
Terrible is
aloneness with the judge and avenger of one's own
law.
Thus is a star projected into desert space, and into
the icy breath of
aloneness.
To-day suffer you
still from the multitude, you individual;
to-day have you
still your courage unabated, and your
hopes.
But one day will the
solitude weary you; one day will your
pride
yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry:
"I am alone!"
One day will you see
no longer your loftiness, and see too
closely
your lowliness; your
sublimity itself will frighten you as a
phantom.
You will one day cry: "All
is false!"
There are feelings which seek to slay the
lonesome one; if they do
not
succeed, then must they themselves die! But are you capable
of
it- to be a murderer?
Have you
ever known, my brother, the word "disdain"? And
the
anguish of your justice in being just to those that
disdain you?
You force many to
think differently about you; that, charge
they
heavily to your account. You came nigh to them, and
yet
went past: for that they never forgive
you.
You go beyond them: but the higher you rise,
the smaller do
the eye of envy see you.
Most of all, however, is the flying one
hated.
"How could you be
just to me!"- must you say- "I choose your
injustice as my
allotted portion.
Injustice and filth
cast they at the lonesome one: but, my
brother, if you
would be a star, you must shine for them
none
the less on that account!
And be on
your guard against the good and just! They would
fain
crucify those who devise their own virtue- they hate
the lonesome
ones.
Be on your
guard, also, against holy simplicity! All is unholy
to
it that is not simple; fain, likewise, would it play
with the fire- of
the fagot and
stake.
And be on your guard, also, against the assaults
of your love! Too
readily
do the recluse reach his hand to any one who meets
him.
To many a one may
you not give your hand, but only your paw; and
I
wish your paw also to have claws.
But the
worst enemy you can meet, will you yourself always
be;
you waylay yourself in caverns and
forests.
You lonesome one,
you go the way to yourself! And past
yourself
and your seven devils lead
your way!
A heretic will you
be to yourself, and a wizard and a
soothsayer,
and a fool, and a doubter,
and a reprobate, and a villain.
Ready must you be to
burn yourself in your own flame; how
could
you
become new if you have not first become
ashes!
You lonesome one,
you go the way of the creating one: a God
will you create
for yourself out of your seven devils!
You
lonesome one, you go the way of the loving one: you
love
yourself, and on that account despise you yourself, as
only the
loving ones
despise.
To create, desires
the loving one, because he despises! What
knows he of love
who has not been obliged to despise just what
he
loved!
With your love, go into your isolation, my
brother, and with your
creating; and late only will justice limp after
you.
With my tears, go into your isolation, my brother. I love him
who
seeks
to create beyond himself, and thus
succumbs.-
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)
My Daughter, Aloneness, And Nietzsche
“Nietzsche casa, Nietzsche masa,
Nietzsche dulce giupaneasa.”
Nor sweet sweetheart.”
• The mathematical proof of the inexistence of God or the absurdity of the God concept.
~ The first philosophical, logical, and mathematical solutions to the aporias (paradoxes) of Zeno of Elea.
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