Friedrich Nietzsche in his last phase of life became almost insane. He was hospitalized, kept in a mad asylum. Such a great giant, what happened to him? He had concluded: "God is dead," but it is a negative conclusion. He became empty, but his freedom was meaningless. There was no joy in it because it was only freedom from God, but for what? Freedom has two sides: from and for. The other side was missing. That drove him insane.
Emptiness always drives people insane. You need some grounding, you need some centering, you need some relationship with existence. God being dead, all your relationship with existence was finished. God being dead, you were left alone without roots. A tree cannot live without roots, nor can you.
God was non-existential, but it was a good consolation. It used to fill people's interior, although it was a lie. But even a lie, repeated thousands and thousands of times for millennia, becomes almost a truth. God has been a great consolation to people in their fear, in their dread, in their awareness of old age and death, and beyond -- the unknown darkness.
God has been a tremendous consolation, although it was a lie. Lies can console you, you have to understand it. In fact lies are sweeter than the truth.
Gautam Buddha is reported to have said: "Truth is bitter in the beginning, sweet in the end, and lies are sweet in the beginning, bitter in the end" -- when they are exposed. Then comes a tremendous bitterness, that you have been deceived by all your parents, by all your teachers, by all your priests, by all your so-called leaders. You have been continuously deceived. That frustration brings up a great distrust in everybody. "Nobody is worthy of trust...." It creates a vacuum.
So Nietzsche was not insane in this last phase of his life, it was the inevitable conclusion of his negative approach. An intellect can only be negative; it can argue and criticize and be sarcastic, but it cannot give you any nourishment. From no negative standpoint can you get any nourishment. So he lost his God, and he lost his consolation. He became free just to be mad.
And it is not only Friedrich Nietzsche, so it cannot be said that it was just an accident. Many intellectual giants find themselves in mad asylums or commit suicide, because nobody can live in a negative darkness. One needs light and a positive, affirmative experience of truth. Nietzsche demolished the light and created a vacuum in himself and in others who followed him.
If you feel deep down a vacuum, utter emptiness with no meaning, it is because of Friedrich Nietzsche. A whole philosophy has grown in the West: Nietzsche is the founder of this very negative approach to life.
Soren Kierkegaard, and Jean-Paul Sartre, and Marcel, and Jaspers, and Martin Heidegger -- all the great giants of the first half of the 20th century -- were talking only about meaninglessness, anguish, suffering, anxiety, dread, fear, angst. And this philosophy has been called in the West existentialism. It is not. It is simply non-existentialism. It destroys everything that has consoled you.
And what do we do, trapped between the lie and the emptyness? I don't have the answer but I'm fed up with lies... or truths you have to believe just because.
"...I do know that we all have to live and we all have to try. We have our different paths to take, our different wishes to make, but it's that continuation to keep on and to finally make it to the end is what's important. It's so easy to forget, no matter how obvious it is. But it's also even easier to forget when you have a shroud over your eyes. It's easier to want to give up. It's easier to want to die. ''cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. ... The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I - I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over nothing. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. ... And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?' So I kept going..."
I look into the sky and contemplate the apparent infinity of the physical world , and the humanly incomprehensible amount of time past and yet to come , and realize I could never perceive or comprehend it all . This does not drive me mad with inadequacy and despair - it is a simple fact of the scale of our existence .
The fact that man does not and probably could never perceive or comprehend the meaning for or source of existence (if there is one) isn't a lot different .
People go mad for lots of reasons , the stupid as well as the brilliant - did these cats go mad because the couldn't replace God or did they simply focus on that fact as their main occupation in crazyville ? Presumably the Catholics during the Inquisition were full of belief in God and yet their rampant murder and torture speak of a terrible insanity . When a man hears God tell him to burn someone to death he is about as crazy as it gets.
So , there is no God (to take the point) - but there is an inexhaustible infinity to discover if we will only stop killing each other and go find it . I find that idea fills me up to the brim ...
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The fact that man does not and probably could never perceive or comprehend the meaning for or source of existence (if there is one) isn't a lot different .
People go mad for lots of reasons , the stupid as well as the brilliant - did these cats go mad because the couldn't replace God or did they simply focus on that fact as their main occupation in crazyville ? Presumably the Catholics during the Inquisition were full of belief in God and yet their rampant murder and torture speak of a terrible insanity . When a man hears God tell him to burn someone to death he is about as crazy as it gets.
So , there is no God (to take the point) - but there is an inexhaustible infinity to discover if we will only stop killing each other and go find it . I find that idea fills me up to the brim ...
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and I liked the explanation too... it's quite sad.. or maybe it isn't.. but it makes us see ourselves.. from another perspective..
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