When I say I like Nietzsche, I immediately feel as if I have to apologize for his extreme misogyny and unfavorable criticism of democracy, among other things. Furthermore, I have a feeling that because I am mentioning a famous individual, I must be a mindless, driveling groupie. Well, these feelings are just complications in my own mind. They do not subtract from the delightful feeling of intellectual stimulation that occurs when I read and study Nietzsche. Of all the works of philosophy that I have read, Nietzsche, by far, is the most efficacious in delivering mental titillation. Thus, when I say I like Nietzsche, I feel the memory of the intellectual stimulation from reading Nietzsche, and that is why I like him (or more precisely his work).
So, do I agree with him? Who am I to agree or disagree with a mind far superior to mine? I am an agnostic about everything. Nevertheless, compelling is Nietzsche's articulation of slave-master morality and herd mentality. Furthermore, his suggestion that our conceptual knowledge (from which claims of truth about morality come) depends on the ideologies of the time and culture in which we live has undermined my own fundamental beliefs, so much so that I have suspended all my beliefs, and I now aimlessly drift through the sea of thinking and the ocean of knowledge with one objective—to enjoy it.
However, if I were to invoke Nietzsche's methods of extreme skepticism and utter perseverance of an idea to analyze my way of being—i.e., my goal to merely feel the pleasure of thought—I realize the result inevitably will be something of an over caramelized sense of direction. If such a goal were to be obtained, the blood coursing through my veins and arteries would become supersaturated with the sugar grains of joy and crystallize into a hardened blockage preventing the zeal for life to progress. And that's as about as Nietzschean as I can write!
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