I just got done reading a book one of my college nephews gave me. It’s a book containing the biographies of Immanuel Kant, Friedrich Nietzsche, Socrates, and about a dozen other famous philosophers in history, as well as an extensive overview of their respective philosophies. (It’s actually his textbook for his class, but I’ll read almost anything once…almost, and only once for most, and quite a few I never intend to even finish…) Anyway, to the point; after reading about Nietzsche and his philosophy I can only conclude that
he was an idiot. Why do so many people think he was so great? I mean, look at the man. “By his fruits you shall know him.” And man, what a fruit he was. They say he only lost his mind towards the end of his life, but it seems to me he was losing his mind all along.
I’m serious, why is Nietzsche considered to be so great? Am I missing something?
That’s up for dispute, some say his break with sanity began to mannifest itself in Ecce Homo, but we don’t know.
Nietzsche challanged many dearely held assumptions, he attacked scienticism and Socratic optimism and rationalism, he assaulted the conventinal morals of the time and promoted an aesthetic moral, he attacked Christianity for dampaning of the human spirit and promote an embracement of the necessary nihilism following the “death of God” and overcoming it with attainment of the superman mentalist, he was an important sociologist and psychologist who brought highly origional analysis to the fields.
A lot of his thought was directed to atheists as well.
"Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: “I am looking for God! I am looking for God!”
As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
“Where has God gone?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God’s decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.”
It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: “what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?”
You see, here he chastizes atheist for not understanding the implication ofGod’s death.
Ratzinger cites him a lot, and he studied him, he’s important for Christians to study, he was a major force of postmodernism and perspectivism, and existentalism, all very impotant movements.
He hated Christianity, but was still a “perverted Genius” to quote Peter Kreeft.