Nietzsche wasn’t wrong, he was just a liar.
He said one thing that was true, that man is a bridge between ape and the Uberman. That man would one day breed something better than himself. What the ape is to man the man is to the Uberman. Humans are nothing more than a transitional stage, like Homo Erectus or Australopithecus. The sooner humans faced their destiny and just got it over with the sooner the new species of man could be born.
The problem was that Nietzsche believed that man’s destiny would end in war and rule of the strong over the weak. This would then be man’s destruction and therefore the Uberman would be born.
So the better people killed themselves off the better for the new species, right?
So he “invented” fascism. I put the quote marks there because in a way it’s always been with us. The Spartans were most certainly fascists…and I think Hitler’s vision for the Third Reich would have been a new Sparta.
But, anyway, everything Nietzsche said that wasn’t about the coming of the Uberman, the new species of man, was propaganda. It was designed so that people who read it would think that the virtues of war were the only that really mattered. He wrote only to twist minds, so that human kind would destroy itself sooner.
Why am I talking about Nietzsche? When I was in college I was in a fraternity, ATO. Yeah, go ahead, mock me or whatever. But I was the weird guy that they let pledge because they thought I’d pull up their collective GPA. There was one of us every semester. We could do drugs, listen to weird music, wear all black, read strange philosophies; whatever…we were there for the grades and to bring weird art chicks to the parties.
So late one drunken night me and one of the former, now graduated, weird guys were setting on the floor, drinking Amstel or Bass or Oberdorffer Weiss or whatever…and you have to know that this was 1989 at the University of North Alabama…to be drinking an imported beer was akin to an open declaration of war against the status quo. Not to mention the other guy was wearing a black turtleneck sweater (in 80 degree weather, at that).
And there we were, sitting crosslegged on the floor, drinking weird beer, and with the prettiest girl in the place, at that….talking about, of all things, books!
It was treason, it was blasphemy.
So I’m talking to this guy and for whatever reason the Nietzsche comes up. At this point I hadn’t read anything by him. I knew some quotes and some summaries of his philosophy.
He seemed to be amazed that anyone else there had ever heard of Nietzsche. Most of the other frat guys hadn’t. So we start one of those long, rambling, nonsensical, drunken talks about philosophy. Who knows what was said.
But then he gave me a nickname. He called me Nietzsche. It didn’t really stick, no one else called me that. I think my official ATO nickname was Roy Orbison. I looked like him, nothing I could do about that.
Anyway, I was sort of proud of the nickname, Nietzsche. It was intelligent, it was better than Kool-aid, the nickname I’d had in 11th grade.
Whenever I would run into that guy, 5 or 6 years later, he would call me Nietzsche.
Later I read Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Didn’t really understand much of it.
But in the 16 years since then I’ve read a lot of Nietzsche. Not all of it, not every essay, but at least part of every book.
I have problems reading it. Now what I feel is a sense of horror.
Here’s this miserable, lonely man. He was in constant pain. But, you know, he loved life. You can tell in his words. But he hated seeing the evil things that men do. So much so that he couldn’t see the good things anymore. So he started writing to change human nature. Then gave up and just decided to give them a little push over the edge. Not much. Just enough tip the balance. So he could do his part to hasten the coming of the new species, the Uberman, his child.
And it will come, this child. One day man will pass away and something better than us will take our place.
But it will happen no matter what we do. So we might as well live at peace with ourselves until then.
Even though peace isn't really part of our nature.