Another Saturday morning at Starbucks. No two Saturdays are alike. With a backward look each of those Saturdays has its own character. After all change is another way of saying that time matters. Time is the ocean that buoys, supports, in which everything swims. I have been swimming for a few days toward the…
Art is the highest value. In relation to the value truth, it is the higher value. The one, ever in a fresh way, calls forth the other. Both values determine in their value-relation the unitive essence of the intrinsic value-positing will to power. The will to power is the reality of the will or,…
Commanding, which is to be sharply distinguished from the mere ordering about of others, is self-conquest and is more difficult than obeying. Will is gathering oneself together for the given task. Only he who cannot obey himself must be expressly commanded. What the will wills it does not merely strive after as something it…
Acquaintances express surprise when they learn about my interest in philosophy, and my taste for Friedrich Nietzsche’s books. I’ve heard, “that sounds deep,” more than once. How many experiences, areas of life, strike us as “deep” from a distance? I say to myself, “why not come closer and have a better look?” Many aspects…
One has to get rid of the bad taste of wanting to be in agreement with many. ‘Good’ is no longer good when your neighbor takes it into his mouth. and how could there exist a ‘common good!’ The expression is a self-contradiction: what can be common has ever little value. in the end…
For in the realm of thought, power and fame are hard to maintain if erected on the basis of error or lies; the feeling that such a building could at some time or other fall down is humiliating to the self-conceit of its architect; he is ashamed of the fragility of his material and,…
But my truth is dreadful: for hitherto the lie has been called truth. –revaluation of all values; that is my formula for an act of supreme coming-to-oneself on the part of mankind which in me has become flesh and genius. It is my fate to have to be the first decent human being, to…
…The Stoic, taught by experience and ruling himself by ideas! He who otherwise only looks for uprightness, truth, freedom from deceptions and shelter from ensnaring and sudden attack, in his misfortune performs the masterpiece of dissimilation; he shows no twitching mobile face but as it were a mask with dignified, harmonious features; he does…
There are ages, when the rational and the intuitive man stand side by side, the one full of fear of the intuition and the other full of fear of the abstraction; the latter just as irrational as the former is inartistic. Both desire to rule over life; the one knowing how to meet the…
That enormous framework and hoarding of ideas, by clinging to which the needy man saves himself through life, is to the freed intellect only a scaffolding and a toy for Its most daring feats, and when it smashes It to pieces, throws it into confusion, and then puts it together ironically, paring the strangest,…
