Pegritz, by Friedrich Nietzsche
Apr. 30th, 2004 02:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaI worship Friedrich Nietzsche as a god. Yes, he had some stupid ideas about women that even a bitter prick like me can't get behind, and that whole "eternal return" thing of his is just too unbearably horrible for my mind to even countenance (even though Transhumanist philosophy permits it in a variant form of endless simulations and re-simulations of reality via the Omega Point Entity)...but that doesn't mean that old Crazy Freddy didn't have a billion other wonderful things to say. And the best of them are collected in Jenseits von Gut und Bose--better known in English as Beyond Good and Evil. Some of his aphorisms describe me almost perfectly...at least in terms of what I aspire to be:
If a man has character, he has also his typical experience, which always recurs. (Count the scars. You could map my past out in scar tissue entirely....)
It is not the strength, but the duration of great sentiments that makes great men. (For the right reasons, I will love or hate forever.)
The same emotions are in man and woman, but in different TEMPO, on that account man and woman never cease to misunderstand each other. (Preach it, brother.)
Dreadful experiences raise the question whether he who experiences them is not something dreadful also. (Am I dreadful....For the last week, I sure as hell thought so. I may be wrong.)
We all feign to ourselves that we are simpler than we are, we thus relax ourselves away from our fellows. (Love without com-pli-ca-tions galore....I wish.)
By means of music the very passions enjoy themselves. (I couldn't live a second without a synth nearby.)
A sign of strong character, when once the resolution has been taken, to shut the ear even to the best counter-arguments. Occasionally, therefore, a will to stupidity. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siliconedreamer can back me up on this one...he's seen my will to supidity more times than anyone else.)
Sensuality often forces the growth of love too much, so that its root remains weak, and are easily torn up. (My mantra...my Shield of Patience.)
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. (Corollary: stare too long into the abyss, and you will become it. Be careful making eye contact with me sometimes....It is a long way down.)
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night. (So obvious.)
Love brings to light the noble and hidden qualities of a lover--his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive as to his normal character. (I am a mediocre dresser, oftimes sloppy, and abrasive.)
To talk much about oneself may also be a means of concealing oneself. (What am I hiding? Dear gods, you don't want to know....)
It is inhuman to bless when one is being cursed. (Never forgive, nor forget. Depends on the severity of the curse, though.)
"I am affected, not because you have deceived me, but because I can no longer believe in you." (The worst thing in the world--worse than losing someone's love--is losing your ability to trust them.)
There is a haughtiness of kindness which has the appearance of wickedness. (Hence, my eternal hatred of Self-Righteous Fucks...even though I'm one of them. Especially because I'm one of them.
and finally...
He who is a thorough teacher takes things seriously--and even himself--only in relation to his pupils. (They're the ones paying me. I will be as serious as they need me to be.)
Yeah...they're all the pathetic Hollingdale translations, but I couldn't find any of Walter Kaufmann's translations online so I could cut'n'paste them easily.
And now I go to bed...happier today than I've been in some time. The black dog still has its teeth firmly in my ass, but...I can hear the sea, and I can see light reflected in the very great distance. I will need the strength of the overman to face it the distances ahead, but...I think I can do it. I won't know unless I try. But for even the slightest chance of finding Sona-Nyl over the horizon, I'll walk a thousand miles even with this black dog dragging from my back...even if it leads to Cathuria.
If a man has character, he has also his typical experience, which always recurs. (Count the scars. You could map my past out in scar tissue entirely....)
It is not the strength, but the duration of great sentiments that makes great men. (For the right reasons, I will love or hate forever.)
The same emotions are in man and woman, but in different TEMPO, on that account man and woman never cease to misunderstand each other. (Preach it, brother.)
Dreadful experiences raise the question whether he who experiences them is not something dreadful also. (Am I dreadful....For the last week, I sure as hell thought so. I may be wrong.)
We all feign to ourselves that we are simpler than we are, we thus relax ourselves away from our fellows. (Love without com-pli-ca-tions galore....I wish.)
By means of music the very passions enjoy themselves. (I couldn't live a second without a synth nearby.)
A sign of strong character, when once the resolution has been taken, to shut the ear even to the best counter-arguments. Occasionally, therefore, a will to stupidity. (
siliconedreamer can back me up on this one...he's seen my will to supidity more times than anyone else.)Sensuality often forces the growth of love too much, so that its root remains weak, and are easily torn up. (My mantra...my Shield of Patience.)
He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. (Corollary: stare too long into the abyss, and you will become it. Be careful making eye contact with me sometimes....It is a long way down.)
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night. (So obvious.)
Love brings to light the noble and hidden qualities of a lover--his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive as to his normal character. (I am a mediocre dresser, oftimes sloppy, and abrasive.)
To talk much about oneself may also be a means of concealing oneself. (What am I hiding? Dear gods, you don't want to know....)
It is inhuman to bless when one is being cursed. (Never forgive, nor forget. Depends on the severity of the curse, though.)
"I am affected, not because you have deceived me, but because I can no longer believe in you." (The worst thing in the world--worse than losing someone's love--is losing your ability to trust them.)
There is a haughtiness of kindness which has the appearance of wickedness. (Hence, my eternal hatred of Self-Righteous Fucks...even though I'm one of them. Especially because I'm one of them.
and finally...
He who is a thorough teacher takes things seriously--and even himself--only in relation to his pupils. (They're the ones paying me. I will be as serious as they need me to be.)
Yeah...they're all the pathetic Hollingdale translations, but I couldn't find any of Walter Kaufmann's translations online so I could cut'n'paste them easily.
And now I go to bed...happier today than I've been in some time. The black dog still has its teeth firmly in my ass, but...I can hear the sea, and I can see light reflected in the very great distance. I will need the strength of the overman to face it the distances ahead, but...I think I can do it. I won't know unless I try. But for even the slightest chance of finding Sona-Nyl over the horizon, I'll walk a thousand miles even with this black dog dragging from my back...even if it leads to Cathuria.
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Date: 2004-04-30 06:41 pm (UTC)And this...is so true for me:
"I am affected, not because you have deceived me, but because I can no longer believe in you." (The worst thing in the world--worse than losing someone's love--is losing your ability to trust them.)
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Date: 2004-05-01 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 12:53 am (UTC)whee..that quote is my screensaver at work