05-23-00
"God is dead." Nietzsche, 1844
"Nietzsche is dead." God, 1900
" I see you stung all over by poisonous flies....no longer raise up your arm against them. Numberless are these small and miserable creatures; and many a proud building has perished of raindrops and weeds...blood is what they want from you in all innocence. Their bloodless souls crave blood."
--Thus Spoke Zarathustra: First Part. The Portable Nietcsche.
How I interpret the above phrase is quite simply that we all waste too much time with our enemies. In the same way in which we swat flies and gnats out of our face we try to do the same to those who bug us and try to tear us down. But the flies keep coming back much like our flesh bound annoyances until we squash the bug or ignore the human. That's all those who oppose you are looking for. When you react to them you're giving them justification in their trouble little minds. And just how the bloodless insect craves your blood the attentionless human craves your attention. Alas, the answer is clear. Don't feed the human who is against you barrelfuls of attention.
Your enemies will sometimes stop at nothing to piss you off.
"Still is the bottom of my sea: who would guess that it harbors sportive monsters? Imperturbable i my depth, but it sparkles with swimming riddles and laughter. " Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Second Part. The Portable Nietzsche
What can I say? Through interpretation I perceive this to be relative to what I stated in the 05-22-00 update regarding Lavey's "The Satanic Witch," in which he describes the three basic layers or parts of a human.
Simply put we tend to display our still waters to the public. However to ourselves, occasionally our family and to a few of those whom we know on a deeper level we let out the leviathan.
So, then, what do these two quotes from Nietzsche have to do with eachother? I believe the latter explains how one can be evil and offensive and the former depicts how one can ignore evil and idiotic people.
I have been reading a lot of Nietzsche lately, especially today. I spent several hours perusing his ideas. I have probed around inside what he has given us and have come to the conclusion that there is rarely ever a line between genius and
madness.
I do not feel that I need to go on any further on this subject. I believe that I have given you enough to think about for one day.