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 The biographers, historians, philosophers and psychiatrists tell me that Nietzsche went mad. I want to know how these stuffy academics define sanity. I want to know who made them experts and judges. I want to know what Friedrich thought of his doctors' diagnosis. I want to know why stupid people just go stupider, while smart people go insane. I want to talk with Friedrich Nietzsche when I die.Lou Salome, statuesque lady, tried to hold Friedrich back from his own cliff's edge. I want to know why she loved him so much and how he failed her so sadly. I want to understand the reasons that so many intelligent young women fall in love with arrogant philosophers who at first excite their tender curiosity and later make them sick. I want to go to bed with Lou Salome. Friedrich's fatuous sister, Elisabeth, sold a crooked version of her brother's reputation to the National Socialists. I want to probe the depths of her envy and the source of her decisions. I want to know how a brother can be brilliant and his sister insipid. I want to know if Elisabeth's doctors thought her mad or just stupid. Life is brutal. Morality is an illusion. Christians are crazy. Babies are pretty. Women smell good. Historians are storytellers. Psychiatrists are windbags. Wagner's music is too damned loud. Devotion is akin to fear. Fear is brother to loneliness. The moon is safer than the sun. Intelligence is genetic. Beauty retreats with the onset of age. Inner beauty is an old man's excuse to go on living. Vacuous people are happier than thinkers. Fish are not afraid to die. Men burp and fart too much for their own good. Young men just want to get laid. Old men just want to get young. Young women smell better than old men. Philosophy means nothing when one has to go to the bathroom. Sex means less to a pessimist than to a fool. Love is akin to fear. Akin is a silly word. All of this constitutes my philosophy of life, and all of it is fodder for over-priced psychiatrists and windbag biographers. One will tell you that I went mad at an early age. Another will say I was stupid. Their opinions are worthless to me. Most who read this will not care what I said. Many will agree with the windbag philosophers. No one will ever understand why Nietzsche went mad, although some will suggest he lacked faith. *** Thanks for stopping by to visit us here at SpilledBeans.com. If you'd like to be notified whenever something new is posted to SpilledBeans.com, then please join the Spilled Beans notification list. -- Con affetto, Anthony V. Toscano, Editor SpilledBeans.com  |
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