Thursday, December 07, 2006
/ 10:53 PM
Yoz! Here are some paragraphs I extracted from the book, "Human, All Too Human", which is written by Friedrich Nietzche. It's on philosophy.. Hehe.. This appeared to be the best book at its particular section at the Tampines Library.. After I borrowed it, then I realized that this guy's name was familiar to me coz he was mentioned in the movie "Little Miss Sunshine".. The slacker guy in the movie refused to talk bcoz he was a worshipper of Nietzche..=)
I have read the 1st section, and the topics are not so interesting as yet, but I'll read on and more extracted paragraphs will be coming up!
Section 1 : Of First and Last Things
There are no eternal facts, nor are there any absolute truths
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Because [man is] ... so deeply happy or unhappy, he deceives himself, and shows the same pride as astrology, which thinks the heavens revolve around the fate of man. The moral man, however, presumes that that which is essential to his heart must also be the heart and essence of all things
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A person appreciates metaphysical explanations because they show him something highly meaningful in matters he finds unpleasant or despicable. If he is dissatisfied with himself, his feeling is relieved if he can recognize in that which he so disapproves of in himself the innermost riddle of the world or its misery. To feel less responsible, and at the same time to find things more interesting: that is the twofold benefit which he owes to metaphysics.
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Most men tolerate life without grumbling too much and believe thus in the value of existence, but precisely because everyone wills himself alone and stands his ground alone, and does not step out of himself as do those exceptional men, everything extrapersonal escapes his notice entirely, or seems at the most a faint shadow. Thus the value of life for ordinary, everyday man is based only on his taking himself to be more important than the world. The great lack of fantasy from which he suffers keeps him from being able to emphatize with other beings, and he therefore participates in their vicissitudes and sufferings as little as possible. On the other hand, whoever would be truly able to participate in it would have to despair about the value of life; if he were able to grasp and feel mankind's overall consciousness in himself, he would collaspe with a curse of existence - for mankind, as a whole, has no goals and consequently, considering the whole affair, man cannot find his comfort and support in it, but rather his despair. If, in everything he does, he considers the ultimate aimlessness of men, his own acivity acquires the character of squandering in his eyes. But to feel squandered, as mankind (and not just an individual), as we see a single blossom squandered by nature, is a feeling above all feelings.
But who is capable of it? Certainly only a poet - and poets always know how to comfort themselves
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But does not our philosophy then turn into tragedy? Does not truth become an enemy of life, an enemy of what is better? A question seems to weigh down our tongues, and yet does not want to be uttered: Whether one is capable of consciously remaining in untruth, or if one had to do so, whether death would not be preferable? (wow, ok! o_o) For there is no"ought" anymore. Morality to the extent that it was an "ought" has been destroyed by our way of reflection, every bit as much as religion. Knowledge can allow only pleasure and unpleasure, benefit and harm, as motives. But how will these motives come to terms with the feeling for truth? ... All human life is sunk deep in untruth; the individual cannot pull of it without growing profoundly annoyed with his entire past, without finding his personal motives (like honour) senseless, and without opposing scorn and disdain to the passions that urge one on to the future and to the happiness in it. If this is true, is there only one way of thought left, with despair as a personal end and a philosophy of destruction as a theoretical end? (sure, this is worth considering! XP)
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... [one] would no longer feel the goading thought that one was not simply nature, or that one was more than nature. ...A good temperament would be necessary - a secure, mild, and basically cheerful soul; such a disposition would not need to be on guard for tricks or sudden explosions, and its expressions would have neither a growling tone nor sullenness. ...Rather, a man from whom the ordinary chains of life have fallen in such measure that he continues to live on only to better his knowledge must be able to renounce without envy and chagrin much, indeed almost everything, that other men value. He must be content with that free, fearless hovering over men, customs, laws and the traditional evaluation of things. ...But if one nevertheless wants more from him, with a benevolent shake of the head he will indicate his brother, the free man of action, and perhaps not conceal a little scorn: for that man's "freedom" is another matter entirely.
That's it from the 1st section! =]
I have read the 1st section, and the topics are not so interesting as yet, but I'll read on and more extracted paragraphs will be coming up!
Section 1 : Of First and Last Things
There are no eternal facts, nor are there any absolute truths
-----
Because [man is] ... so deeply happy or unhappy, he deceives himself, and shows the same pride as astrology, which thinks the heavens revolve around the fate of man. The moral man, however, presumes that that which is essential to his heart must also be the heart and essence of all things
-----
A person appreciates metaphysical explanations because they show him something highly meaningful in matters he finds unpleasant or despicable. If he is dissatisfied with himself, his feeling is relieved if he can recognize in that which he so disapproves of in himself the innermost riddle of the world or its misery. To feel less responsible, and at the same time to find things more interesting: that is the twofold benefit which he owes to metaphysics.
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Most men tolerate life without grumbling too much and believe thus in the value of existence, but precisely because everyone wills himself alone and stands his ground alone, and does not step out of himself as do those exceptional men, everything extrapersonal escapes his notice entirely, or seems at the most a faint shadow. Thus the value of life for ordinary, everyday man is based only on his taking himself to be more important than the world. The great lack of fantasy from which he suffers keeps him from being able to emphatize with other beings, and he therefore participates in their vicissitudes and sufferings as little as possible. On the other hand, whoever would be truly able to participate in it would have to despair about the value of life; if he were able to grasp and feel mankind's overall consciousness in himself, he would collaspe with a curse of existence - for mankind, as a whole, has no goals and consequently, considering the whole affair, man cannot find his comfort and support in it, but rather his despair. If, in everything he does, he considers the ultimate aimlessness of men, his own acivity acquires the character of squandering in his eyes. But to feel squandered, as mankind (and not just an individual), as we see a single blossom squandered by nature, is a feeling above all feelings.
But who is capable of it? Certainly only a poet - and poets always know how to comfort themselves
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But does not our philosophy then turn into tragedy? Does not truth become an enemy of life, an enemy of what is better? A question seems to weigh down our tongues, and yet does not want to be uttered: Whether one is capable of consciously remaining in untruth, or if one had to do so, whether death would not be preferable? (wow, ok! o_o) For there is no"ought" anymore. Morality to the extent that it was an "ought" has been destroyed by our way of reflection, every bit as much as religion. Knowledge can allow only pleasure and unpleasure, benefit and harm, as motives. But how will these motives come to terms with the feeling for truth? ... All human life is sunk deep in untruth; the individual cannot pull of it without growing profoundly annoyed with his entire past, without finding his personal motives (like honour) senseless, and without opposing scorn and disdain to the passions that urge one on to the future and to the happiness in it. If this is true, is there only one way of thought left, with despair as a personal end and a philosophy of destruction as a theoretical end? (sure, this is worth considering! XP)
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... [one] would no longer feel the goading thought that one was not simply nature, or that one was more than nature. ...A good temperament would be necessary - a secure, mild, and basically cheerful soul; such a disposition would not need to be on guard for tricks or sudden explosions, and its expressions would have neither a growling tone nor sullenness. ...Rather, a man from whom the ordinary chains of life have fallen in such measure that he continues to live on only to better his knowledge must be able to renounce without envy and chagrin much, indeed almost everything, that other men value. He must be content with that free, fearless hovering over men, customs, laws and the traditional evaluation of things. ...But if one nevertheless wants more from him, with a benevolent shake of the head he will indicate his brother, the free man of action, and perhaps not conceal a little scorn: for that man's "freedom" is another matter entirely.
That's it from the 1st section! =]