Guilty Pleasure Postscript
Starbucks is a hubbub of background voices, like the breaking of waves on a sandy lake shore. Interlaced with indistinct conversations is the voice of a smooth jazz singer in the background. All this serves as sonic context for some reading and writing. Do we not read and write for ourselves with others?
What is a solitary person, the monk alone in a aphonicly human desert? Simeon Stylites comes to mind; a Syriac ascetic saint who achieved notability for living 37 years on a small platform on top of a pillar near Aleppo. That was about 459AD.
Reviewed some quotations which I noted down in my pocket notebook while reading Twilight Of The Idols by Friedrich Nietzsche. These lines written by the author characterizing the role of guilt for us in the West speak for themselves.
We immoralists are trying with all our strength to take the concept of guilt and the concept of punishment out of the world. The concept of a “moral world order” is to infect the innocence of becoming by means of “punishment” and “guilt.” Christianity is the metaphysics of the hangman.
— excerpt Twilight Of The Idols by Friedrich Nietzsche
