“I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another. Once, not long ago, I thought I had found it. But I was mistaken . . I dream of a love in which two people share a passion to search together for some higher truth. Perhaps I should not call it love. Perhaps it’s real name is friendship.”
And in the end, we have to kill God with our newly-sharpened machetes. We cut God's head off the body, and put his head on the tip of a spear.
We will parade in the city, and bring his head to biggest square in the city, then we display it there, to show all people of the city. Finally, we will dearly announce that God is dead in our hands.
For every blood shed on our hands due to the killing of God should be seen as an act of benevolence, to free our souls from any control.
As for the idea of God can't be used anymore as a mean to control us by those with authorities; corrupt governments, blackmailing parents, or fraudulent religious leaders. To justify their actions, to prevent us to do what they don't want us to do, to force us to do they want us to do, to make us communal herds.
And now, we can freely choose what we want to be, as God is dead, nothing greater can be used to control us. We would have no more predefined purpose of our existence, to follow those in control.
We could be new Gods if we want to, but that is not necessary. What important is that we have destroyed the control tool they have for a long time.
The future is ours now. We decide, we together, as different individuals. And we have to build our own new pillars, that could be different in each individual. As now we are free from pseudo universal pillars that root in the idea of God.
We human beings should be free to define our own ideals. And no ideals should not be seen as bad. As ethics is universal already, we shall leave it be.
Now, no single soul would be condemned in the name of God anymore.
I leave you, Doctor, feeling more indebted to you than to any man ever before. Ordinarily, leavetaking is acompanied by denials of the permanence of the event: people say 'Auf Wiedersehen' - until we meet again. They are quick to plan for reunions and then, even more quickly, forget their resolutions. I am not one of those. I prefer the truth - which is we shall almost certainly never meet again.
Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept: A Novel of Obsession
I recently joined a Book club with people from my ethnicity. I always dreamed about joining one and I’m so proud for making the big step. We decided to read “When Nietzsche wept” by Irvin Yalom. I have read 2 chapters and I’m liking this book so far
Also this is me annotating my book so I can answer the weekly quiz :)
“After telling her I was transferring her care to another doctor, I walked away, and she called out, ‘You will always be the only man for me—there will never be another man in my life!’ Terrible words! Evidence of how much I had harmed her. But there was something even more terrible: I enjoyed those words! I enjoyed hearing her acknowledge my power over her! So you see, I left her weakened. Crippled. I might as well have bound and maimed her feet!”
Do you know that no other woman has ever touched me? Not to be loved or touched - ever? To live an absolutely unobserved life - do you know what that is like? Often I go for days without saying a word to anyone, except perhaps 'Guten Morgen' and 'Guten Abend' to my Gastaus owner. Yes, Josef, you were right in your interpretation of 'no slot.' I belong nowhere. I have no home, no circle of friends to whom I speak daily, no closet full of belongings, no family hearth. I don't even have a state, for I have given up my German citizenship and never remain in one place long enough to get a Swiss passport.