yes, absolutely, with one addendum to what you wrote: i had been operating under the assumption that nietzsche was the patron saint of nihilism, and that hitler was something like his saint paul. i’m not sure if that contradicts what you presented on hitler or nietzsche, but i will reinvestigate the matter sometime soon.
Nietzsche wasn’t a nihilist; although his views sometimes coincided, he was generally a critic. He
was, however, an existentialist and a humanist.
Nihilism says ‘there is no objective meaning or value to life’. If you read
Also Sprach Zarathustra (an exercise I highly recommend), you’ll find that Nietzsche, while claiming ‘God is dead’,
did find an objective meaning: self-transcendence. That’s what the whole ‘overman’ thing is about: humanity becoming something better than itself. It’s got nothing to do with an Eloi-Morlock style system as the Nazis claimed:
everybody is a potential overman. We exist to improve.
Read
Zarathustra. It’s beautiful, entertaining, insightful, and at times devilishly funny. You may well come out with a much higher opinion of Nietzsche than you hold now.
*It is true we love life; not because we are wont to live, but because we are wont to love.
There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness.
And to me also, who appreciates life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them, seem to know most about happiness.
To see these light, foolish, pretty, lively little sprites flit about- that moves Zarathustra to tears and songs.
I would only believe in a God who could dance.
And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall.
Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we kill. Come, let us kill the spirit of gravity!
I learned to walk; since then have I let myself run. I learned to fly; since then I do not need to be pushed to move from a spot.
Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me.*