Noon hour. I’m going to pull out my Nietzsche books and have a look at Zarathustra. His aphorisms are difficult sometimes. Also I don’t like what he has to say about women and their role in social life. Further, I associate Nietzsche with the nerds and freaks who read him enthusiastically, like a friend I knew from high school. In the wrong hands, his writing can be a little dangerous. But if I connect him with James Joyce instead, it might be an illuminating read. Some Christians think Nietzsche was an infidel.
Quarter after three. Feeling stymied for words. I guess I’m just uninspired. What Nietzsche says about creators must have influenced Ayn Rand, since she also exalts those people. But his thinking goes a bit deeper when he suggests that man’s reverence is properly for himself and not for a god. When I was very unwell I wrote a poem that reversed the Prometheus myth, saying in one line how “we steal back the fire of our reason.”
The eleven eyes of God are on us now,
as we an astral body sans our person;
the myths of houses larger than earth life
have gotten out of human fictive hand,
evolving consciousness apart from us,
awake, aware, messiahs to nowhere.
It seems as if some Titan robbed our palm,
stole fire from us and gave it to the gods:
Prometheus in reverse redeems himself
while putting us at mercy of a daemon
whose diamond intellect inscrutable
determines destinies without a care.
What difference, though, twixt an amoral God
and no immortal deity at all?
Deny it being in our human minds
and we steal back the fire of our reason,
the houses and their myths collapse like cards,
and eleven eyes are planets, moon, and sun.
I see in my poem some resemblance to Nietzsche’s idea of placing the credit where it is due: in human hands. For me, it was the first step in my journey out of madness, a madness that seemed to grip everyone around me. Then so far, I don’t find anything Nietzsche claims offensive. I will probably go on reading Zarathustra.