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Texas Dissident [OP]

2002-05-09 07:18 | User Profile

http://www.cwu.edu/~millerj/nietzsche/gs116-125.html

125 - The Madman

Have you ever heard of the madman who on a bright morning lighted a lantern and ran to the market-place calling out unceasingly: "I seek God! I seek God!" As there were many people standing about who did not believe in God, he caused a great deal of amusement. Why? is he lost? said one. Has he strayed away like a child? said another. Or does he keep himself hidden? Is he afraid of us? Has he taken a sea voyage? Has he emigrated? - the people cried out laughingly, all in a hubbub. The insane man jumped into their midst and transfixed them with his glances. "Where is God gone?" he called out. "I mean to tell you! We have killed him, you and I! We are all his murderers! But how have we done it? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the whole horizon? What did we do when we loosened this earth from its sun? Whither does it now move? Whither do we move? Away from all suns? Do we not dash on unceasingly? Backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below? Do we not stray, as through infinite nothingness? Does not empty space breathe upon us? Has it not become colder? Does not night come on continually, darker and darker? Shall we not have to light lanterns in the morning? Do we not hear the noise of the grave-diggers who are burying God? Do we not smell the divine putrefaction? - for even Gods putrefy! God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we console ourselves, the most murderous of all murderers? The holiest and the mightiest that the world has hitherto possessed, has bled to death under our knife - who will wipe the blood from us? With what water could we cleanse ourselves? What lustrums, what sacred games shall we have to devise? Is not the magnitude of this deed too great for us? Shall we not ourselves have to become Gods, merely to seem worthy of it? There never was a greater event - and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history hitherto!" Here the madman was silent and looked again at his hearers; they also were silent and looked at him in surprise. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, so that it broke in pieces and was extinguished. "I come too early," e then said. "I am not yet at the right time. This prodigious event is still on its way, and is traveling - it has not yet reached men's ears. Lightning and thunder need time, the light of the stars needs time, deeds need time, even after they are done, to be seen and heard. This deed is as yet further from them than the furthest star - and yet they have done it themselves!" It is further stated that the madman made his way into different churches on the same day, and there intoned his Requiem aeternam deo. When led out and called to account, he always gave the reply: "What are these churches now, if they are not the tombs and monuments of God?"

Selected from [u]The Gay Science[/u] by Friedrich Nietzsche


Okiereddust

2002-05-09 07:32 | User Profile

The Madman - Which ODer did you have in mind Jason ;)

Nietszche was the Madman.


Texas Dissident

2002-05-09 07:44 | User Profile

**Quote** (Okiereddust @ May 09 2002,02:32)
The Madman - Which ODer did you have in mind Jason ;)** Funny.  This is certainly not directed at anyone here. Posted solely for edification purposes only. I'll post Kierkegaard when I'm targeting someone.  :) --- ### Polichinello *2002-05-09 20:49* | [User Profile](/od/user/91)
**Quote** (Okiereddust @ May 09 2002,02:32)
Nietszche was the Madman.** Untreated syphillis will do that for you. Ironically, this is the passage Christians most berate Nietzsche for, but it's one they should readily agree with.  It's really a rather lasting image and captures exactly what Hillaire Belloc, GK Chesterton and now Pat Buchanan have said about the death of faith in the West. Best, P --- ### Texas Dissident *2003-01-29 00:36* | [User Profile](/od/user/1) A little bump for our neo-Superman. ;) --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 02:10* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) > *Originally posted by Texas Dissident*@Jan 28 2003, 18:36 **A little bump for our neo-Superman.  ;)** Another tale of loss for a Texan: Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rosa's cantina Music would play and Felina would whirl Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting her spell My love was deep for this Mexican maiden I was in love, but in vain I could tell One night a wild young cowboy came in Wild as the West Texas wind Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden Down went his hand for the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor Just for a moment I stood there in silence Shocked by the foul, evil deed I had done Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there I had but one chance and that was to run Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran Out where the horses were tied I caught a good one, it looked like it could run Up on its back and away I did ride Just as fast as I could from the West Texas town of El Paso Out to the badlands of New Mexico Back in El Paso my life would be worthless Everything's gone in life, nothing is left It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death I saddle up and away I did go Riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a bullet will find me Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart And at last here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso I can see Rosa's cantina below My love is strong and it pushes me onward Down off the hill to Felina I go Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys Off to my left are a dozen and more Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me I have to make it to Rosa's back door Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel A deep burning pain in my side Though I am trying to stay in the saddle I'm getting weary, unable to ride But my love for Felina is strong, and I rise where I've fallen Though I am weary I can't stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep in my chest From out of nowhere Felina has found me Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for One little kiss and Felina, goodbye --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 02:22* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) > *Originally posted by wintermute*@Jan 28 2003, 19:59 **Punch brings up the specter of Nietzche's syphillis. I'm curious what NeoN makes of the new scholarship which posits Nietzche as a practitioner of the unspeakable vice of the Greeks. To my mind, it's more substantive than the stuff on Hitler, but less so than the accusations about Lincoln. I yield to the superior intellect here. What say you, NN?** Queer as a three-dollar bill, cocksucker without peer, fudgepacker extraordinaire. Have you also heard that he was a compulsive masturbator and coprophage? Probably did his sister when no one was looking. --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 02:37* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) > *Originally posted by wintermute*@Jan 28 2003, 20:27 **Wagner said simply, "Nietzsche masturbates too much". ** Fortunately for the repute of his own intellectual and artistic legacy, Wagner made a point of masturbating just enough. --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 03:06* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) > *Originally posted by wintermute*@Jan 28 2003, 20:47 **> **Fortunately for the repute of his own intellectual and artistic legacy, Wagner made a point of masturbating just enough. ** Well, that's the Classical attitude at any rate - moderation in all things.** An attitude not lost on our own Voltaire: "once, a philosopher - twice, a pederast." --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 03:55* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) > **That Voltaire was a funny guy. His literary feud with Rousseau produced some wonderful quotes. My favorite: "Dear Sir, I am sitting in the smallest room in my house. Your letter is before me. Soon it will be behind me."** And speaking of behinds, Irving relates that Churchill spoke of a gay colleague's fear of Hell as "*a bottomless pit*." --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 04:43* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) "Putting the question as forcefully as possible, what really triumphed over the Christian God? The answer stands in my Gay Science, p. 290: 'Christian morality itself, the increasingly strict understanding of the idea of truthfulness, the subtlety of the father confessor of the Christian conscience, transposed and sublimated into scientific conscience, into intellectual cleanliness at any price. To look at nature as if it were a proof of the goodness and care of a god, to interpret history in such a way as to honour divine reason, as a constant testament to a moral world order and moral intentions, to interpret one's own experiences, as devout men have interpreted them for long enough, as if everything was divine providence, everything was a sign, everything was thought out and sent for the salvation of the soul out of love—now that's over and done with. That has conscience against it. Among more sensitive consciences that counts as something indecent, dishonest, as lying, feminism, weakness, cowardice. With this rigour, if with anything, we are good Europeans and heirs to Europe's longest and bravest overcoming of the self. . . .'" --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 04:54* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) "The faith such as primitive Christianity demanded and not infrequently obtained in the midst of a skeptical and southerly free‑spirited world with a centuries‑long struggle between philosophical schools behind it and in it, plus the education in tolerance provided by the Imperium Romanum ‑ this faith is not that gruff, true‑hearted liegeman's faith with which a Luther, say, or a Cromwell, or some other northern barbarian of the spirit cleaved to his God and his Christianity; it is rather that faith of Pascal which resembles in a terrible fashion a protracted suicide of reason ‑ of a tough, long‑lived, wormlike reason which is not to be killed instantaneously with a single blow. The Christian faith is from the beginning sacrifice: sacrifice of all freedom, all pride, all self‑confidence of the spirit, at the same time enslavement and self‑mockery, self-mutilation. There is cruelty and religious Phoenicianism in this faith exacted of an over‑ripe, manifold and much‑indulged conscience: its presupposition is that the subjection of the spirit is indescribably painful, that the entire past and habitude of such a spirit resists the absurdissimum which `faith' appears to it to be. Modern men, with their obtuseness to all Christian nomenclature, no longer sense the gruesome superlative which lay for an antique taste in the paradoxical formula `god on the cross'. Never and nowhere has there hitherto been a comparable boldness in inversion, anything so fearsome, questioning and questionable, as this formula: it promised a revaluation of all antique values. ‑ It is the orient, the innermost orient, it is the oriental slave who in this fashion took vengeance on Rome and its noble and frivolous tolerance, on Roman `catholicism' of faith ‑ and it has never been faith but always freedom from faith, that half‑stoical and smiling unconcern with the seriousness of faith, that has enraged slaves in their masters and against their masters. `Enlightenment' enrages: for the slave wants the unconditional, he understands in the domain of morality too only the tyrannical, he loves as he hates, without nuance, into the depths of him, to the point of pain, to the point of sickness ‑ the great hidden suffering he feels is enraged at the noble taste which seems to deny suffering. Skepticism towards suffering, at bottom no more than a pose of aristocratic morality, was likewise not the least contributory cause of the last great slave revolt which began with the French Revolution." --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-01-29 04:55* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) "It seems that their Catholicism is much more an intrinsic part of the Latin races than the whole of Christianity in general is of us northerners; and that unbelief consequently signifies something altogether different in Catholic countries from what it does in Protestant ‑ namely a kind of revolt against the spirit of the race, while with us it is rather a return to the spirit (or lack of spirit ‑) of the race. We northerners are undoubtedly descended from barbarian races also in respect of our talent for religion: we have little talent for it." --- ### Leveller *2003-01-29 11:23* | [User Profile](/od/user/61) > *Originally posted by NeoNietzsche*@Jan 29 2003, 03:55 ** And speaking of behinds, Irving relates that Churchill spoke of a gay colleague's fear of Hell as "*a bottomless pit*." ** If he said that he probably borrowed it from a Gillray cartoon of William Pitt: [url=http://www.departments.bucknell.edu/art/courses/gillray/index.asp?num=9655]http://www.departments.bucknell.edu/art/co...ex.asp?num=9655[/url] --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-02-02 00:39* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) Another Tale of Loss for (and by) a Texan: A candy colored clown they call the sandman Tiptoes to my room everynight Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper Go to sleep, everything is alright I close my eyes then I drift away Into the magic night I softly say A silent prayer like dreamers do Then I fall asleep to dream My dreams of you In dreams I walk with you In dreams I talk with you In dreams you're mine All of the timewith you Ever in dreams, in dreams But just be-fore the dawn I awake and find you're gone I can't help it, I can't help it if I cry I remember that you said goodbye It's too bad that all these things Can only happen in my dreams Only in dreams In beautiful dreams --- ### NeoNietzsche *2003-02-02 15:22* | [User Profile](/od/user/204) "Yes. I consider myself a conservative because my first instinct is to understand and appreciate things rather than tear them down and attempt to reconfigure them in line with my hallucinations. I don't use the term for conventional reasons, as one must pick one's terminological battles, but I remain convinced that belief in the existence of gods and the non-existence of race are not conservative but radical positions. I grew up reading editorials and National Review. I discovered The American Spectator in college, and went to work for it for a year after I graduated. I then worked for Evans & Novak for a while before moving into trade journalism. The conservatives will not print the truth about race, and I didn't become a writer to make money but to teach and entertain people by making fun of things. A satirist without free rein isn't a satirist, he's a treacle mft, like whoever produces the stuff that appears on the Parody page of The Weekly Standard. You are quite right about our effect on paleos, which is purely by intention. We're going to keep laughing the hell out of them until they quit being cowards or they disintegrate and disappear. There's no question the men you name are highly intelligent, but you know what? Intelligence isn't as important as courage. Courage actuates every other virtue, just the way oxygen fires a flame. I still follow the cons for their careful learning and intricate arguments on the small stuff, but on the big stuff they have chosen not to matter, chosen money over truth, so I simply laugh at them. In other words, I give the conservatives precisely the respect they deserve. The future belongs to Whites who will fight. I bet my life and my site on Jefferson's Truth, which is, essentially, that race exists and must be taken into account, and to pretend otherwise is to ensure cultural destruction and, in time, White genocide. For what it's worth, my story, along with the case-histories of a number of other racialists, will appear in a new book coming out from Robert Griffin, the author of Fame of a Dead Man's Deeds, sometime later this year. Also, I did an interview with Kevin Strom for the next issue of National Vanguard Magazine, so watch for that. I will post the extended version here on VNN after the issue comes out, so watch for that." --- ### Ruffin *2003-02-02 16:47* | [User Profile](/od/user/148) I hope that all of the VNN pooh poohers get a chance to examine NV Mag's circulation bump next month. Linder, Ja! ---