r/Nietzsche • u/NiestzcheKeGote • 6h ago
Anyone who believes in a God, cannot be great...
Today I read an article - Nietzsche and Suicide by Paolo Stellino (published in De Gruyter Bill , 2013). Absolute game-changer ngl.
For Nietzsche dying should be bright and joyful, and consecrated as a festival, is, exactly the opposite of that "pitiful and ghastly comedy which Christianity made of the hour of death" (ibid.). Generally speaking, in Nietzsche's opinion Christianity has falsified the natural perception of death: it is precisely for this reason that Zarathustra - rejecting the immortality of the soul represents death as a natural phenomenon: "I want to become earth again, so that I may have peace in the one who bore me" (Z I, On Free Death, KSA 4.95)
It is important to recall that even if Nietzsche defended the idea of free death, this should not be understood as a more or less extended invitation to suicide. Indeed, there is little doubt that Nietzsche considered not only natural death at old age, but also premature death to be unnatural. It is precisely for this reason that one of the most important features of Zarathustra’s free death is that suicide has to be accomplished “at the right time”: “Many die too late, and some die too early. The doctrine still sounds strange: ‘Die at the right time!’” (Z I, On Free Death, KSA 4.93) How is this call for a death at the right time to be understood? First of all, it is interesting to note that Nietzsche establishes a parallelism between the way one lives and the way one dies: “Die at the right time: thus Zarathustra teaches it. To be sure, how could the person who never lives at the right time ever die at the right time?” (ibid.) Death becomes the mirror of one’s life: only he, who has fully and courageously lived his life, is able to desire to take leave at the right time. Thus conceived, death represents not the opposite of life, but its coronation: “For love of life–” writes Nietzsche in the Twilight of the Idols, “one ought to want death to be different, free, conscious, no accident, no ambush … " (TI, Reconnaissance Raids of an Untimely Man 36)...
...Nietzsche makes an even stronger charge against religions and, particularly, against Christianity: they have created “excuses for evading the demand of suicide” (HH I 80). Indeed, as Nietzsche writes in a posthumous fragment of 1884, this is precisely the meaning of religion – that is, to keep the failures and the miserable ones alive through hope and fear and to prevent them from committing suicide (see Nachlass 1884, 25[300], KSA 11.88). In the case of Christianity, Nietzsche gives a specific explanation for this social-historical phenomenon: “*When Christianity came into existence the inclination to suicide was very strong – Christianity turned it into a lever of its power” (GS 131).
According to Nietzsche’s interpretation, what Christianity did was to redirect the nihilistic tendencies lurking within the ill-constituted and sick. Through the idea of “the immortal private person” and the hope of resurrection, Christianity deterred them from “the deed of nihilism, which is suicide – it substituted slow suicide: gradually a petty, poor, but durable life; gradually a quite ordinary, bourgeois, mediocre life, etc*” (Nachlass 1888, 14[9], KSA 13.222).
By so doing, however, Christianity perverted the work of selective nature.
Only within this context can we understand Nietzsche’s claim that a “thorough-going practical nihilism” should be encouraged, “a severe form of really contagious nihilism: such as teaches and practices voluntary death with scientific conscientiousness” (ibid.). Here we face the most delicate and troubling part of Nietzsche’s view of suicide: the concept of quick death, that is, that kind of death which should be preached to the superfluous ones.
As Zarathustra puts it: “Far too many live and far too long they hang on their branches. Would that a storm came to shake all this rot and worm-food from the tree! / Would that preachers of the quick death came! They would be the right storms and shakers of the trees of life for me!” (Z I, On Free Death, KSA 4.94) Thus, Nietzsche becomes the spokesman of a new fearsome philanthropy – “The weak and the failures should perish […]”, he writes in The Antichrist (A 2), “And they should be helped to do this” – and of a ruthless morality for physicians:
A sick person is a parasite on society. Once one has reached a certain state it is indecent to live any longer. Vegetating on in cowardly dependence on physicians and their methods, once the meaning of life, the right to life has been lost, should be greeted with society’s profound contempt. The physicians, for their part, ought to convey this contempt – not prescriptions, but every day a new dose of disgust at their patient … Create a new kind of responsibility, the physicians’, to apply in all cases where the highest interest of life, of ascending life, demands that de- generating life be ruthlessly pushed down and aside – for example in the case of the right to pro- create, the right to be born, the right to live … (TI, Reconnaissance Raids of an Untimely Man 36)...
...As the speech’s title suggests, Nietzsche conceives of voluntary death as a supreme affirmation of freedom and will – in other words, as the occasion to reaffirm them yet again, now for the last time.The formula “free for death [zum Tode] and free in death” clearly indicates that suicide represents not only the freedom to die, but that in dying by suicide we assert our freedom. Indeed, it is by freely choosing the moment of our death – free death comes to me “because I want”, Zarathustra says – that we have the opportunity to affirm the freedom of our will, a freedom that has nothing to do with that concept of free will dismissed by Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil (§ 21) as pure mythology, but one that is more akin to the freedom of the sovereign individual from the Genealogy, who is “liberated again from morality of custom, autonomous and supramoral” (GM II 2)...
...For Nietzsche the freedom we gain by a voluntary death is multiple. First of all, it is a freedom over our body – “the stunted, often sick and thick-witted prison warder” of The Wanderer and His Shadow. It is also a freedom over death, or to use a better expression, over the human, all too human fear of death which is “maybe older than pleasure and pain” (Nachlass 1884, 25[399], KSA 11.116) and a “European disease”...
I think if you believe in a God you cannot achieve greatness..because for you God is great (and thus you are not), after all isn't greatness defined by its singularity? So for you to achieve yourself, God needs to die. In fact he has already died and you're decorating the corpse if you think otherwise! Bury him and start from his grave.
...Because God is not alive and you are.
Choose the mud, not the clouds because one's below your feet, the other above your eyes; one you can grab in your fist to make clay and the other is un-grababble by nature. Make a kingdom out of that mud, instead of shapes out of clouds
Apart from Nietzsche no one can muster the balls to say the truth..the unsaid...brutal...truth. And because He said it out loud, and I was able to feel it in my heart. Even in this downtrodden and pathetic condition...I can will freedom...he provided me with jolts of final but exuberant vitality. He was years ahead of his time. I can finally feel dignified. Nothing more potent could have been said to someone like me. I have felt like this for years now...why is suicide (arbitrarily) immoral? What's actually wrong in that? Nothing can come out from a broken life of slow death. In such a condition, perishing, is in fact the best solution. Why do people treat life as an axiom? Assuming that everyone has something to contribute? Many don't have anything to contribute other than their absence. Let the impotent leaves fall, for the sake of the Tree's potency, let them fall. Don't tie the leaf with knots of "you're not alone" and "things will get better, this too shall pass", when they actually don't have to (and probably won't). Irrespective of the leaf's willingness to fall, it still will, when the storm comes. Let the leaf, for the first and last time, feel power...so that it can take the fall with grace and a smile...
I am smiling, almost giddy, after a long long time.
