/lit/ - Literature

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>tfw people scoff at you and you bust your bottle on the curb and stick it in their face and spit on them

What do you think of these guidelines to life from Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra?

>"Honor sleep and be bashful before it—that first of all. And avoid all who sleep badly and stay awake at night. Even the thief is bashful before sleep: he always steals silently through the night. Shameless, however, is the watchman of the night; shamelessly he carries his horn.

>"Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day. Ten times a day you must overcome yourself: that makes you good and tired and is opium for the soul. Ten times you must reconcile yourself again with yourself; for, overcoming is bitterness, and the unreconciled sleep badly. Ten truths a day you must find; else you will still be seeking truth by night, and your soul will remain hungry. Ten times a day you must laugh and be cheerful; else you will be disturbed at night by your stomach, this father of gloom.

>"Few know it, but one must have all the virtues to sleep well. Shall I bear false witness? Shall I commit adultery? Shall I covet my neighbor's maid? All that would go ill with good sleep.

>"And even if one has all the virtues, there is one further thing one must know: to send even the virtues to sleep at the right time. Lest they quarrel with each other, the fair little women, about you, child of misfortune. Peace with God and the neighbor: that is what good sleep demands. And peace even with the neighbor's devil else he will haunt you at night.

>"Honor the magistrates and obey them—even the crooked magistrates. Good sleep demands it. Is it my fault that power likes to walk on crooked legs?

>"I shall call him the best shepherd who leads his sheep to the greenest pasture: that goes well with good sleep.

>"I do not want many honors, or great jewels: that inflames the spleen. But one sleeps badly without a good name and a little jewel.

>"A little company is more welcome to me than evil company: but they must go and come at the right time. That goes well with good sleep.

>"Much, too, do I like the poor in spirit: they promote sleep. Blessed are they, especially if one always tells them that they are right.

>"Thus passes the day of the virtuous. And when night comes I guard well against calling sleep. For sleep, who is the master of the virtues, does not want to be called. Instead, I think about what I have done and thought during the day. Chewing the cud, I ask myself, patient as a cow, Well, what were your ten overcomings? and what were your ten reconciliations and the ten truths and the ten laughters with which your heart edified itself? Weighing such matters and rocked by forty thoughts, I am suddenly overcome by sleep, the uncalled, the master of the virtues. Sleep knocks at my eyes: they become heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open. Verily, on soft soles he comes to me, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts: stupid I stand, like this chair here. But not for long do I stand like this: soon I lie."

>Behold! I show you The Ultimate Man. "What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?" – asks the Ultimate Man and blinks. The earth has then become small and on it there hops the Ultimate Man who makes everything small. His race is as ineradicable as the flea; the Ultimate Man lives longest. "We have discovered happiness"— say the Ultimate Men and blink. They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth. One still loves one’s neighbour and rubs again him; for one needs warmth. Sickness and mistrust they consider sinful: they walk warily. He is a fool who still stumbles over stones or over men! A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end for a pleasant death. One still works for work is a pastime. But they take care that this pastime does not weary them. No-one becomes poor or rich anymore; both are too wearying. Who still wants to rule? Who still wants to obey? Both are too much of a burden. No herdsman and one herd! Everyone wants the same, everyone is the same: whoever thinks otherwise goes voluntarily into the madhouse. "Before, the whole world was mad"— say the cleverest amongst them and blink. They are clever and know all that has ever happened: so there is no end to their mockery. People still quarrel, but are soon reconciled— otherwise indigestion would result. They have their little pleasures for the day and their little pleasures for the night: but they respect health. "We have discovered happiness "— say the Ultimate Men and blink.

Why aren't you Ultimate, /lit/?

World peace, is it — desirable?

fredo in the cut that's a scary sight

To the people who say Nietzsche would have hated National Socialism:

Consider duplicity. You don't have to value Hitler's regime by it's proclaimed ideology. Nietzsche wasn't the kind to judge rulers by what they tell to the plebs. He judged them by what he saw in their deeds. Therefore he saw great men in Ceasar and Napoleon, not populists. He also saw them as uniters of Europe, not nationalists. When you look at Hitler, it's not hard how in he would garner praise from Nietzsche regardless of the party ideology or what he told people.

A man with an artists vision, who seizes power, whips a nation into shape and then carves out a vast Empire, starting a new era with new rules and new values, that include hierarchy and a strict yes and no, as well as a reverence for the Ancients? Nietzsche would have been all over that shit. Hitler had all the makings of a Cesare Borgia and more.

Is post-modernism the embrace of the eternal recurrence since we love elements of the past so much that we are content to dwell among the resurrection of them?