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Apart from the ascetic ideal, man, the human animal, had no
meaning so far. His existence on earth contained no goal; "why man at
all?"—was a question without an answer; the will for man and
earth was lacking; behind every great human destiny there sounded as a
refrain a yet greater "in vain!" This is precisely what the
ascetic ideal means: that something was lacking, that man was
surrounded by a fearful void—he did not know how to justify,
to account for, to affirm himself; he suffered from the
problem of his meaning. He also suffered otherwise, he was in the main
a sickly animal: but his problem was not suffering itself,
but that there was no answer to the crying question, "why do
I suffer?"
Man, the bravest of animals and one of the most accustomed to
suffering, does not repudiate suffering a such; he
desires it, he even seeks it out, provided he is shown a
meaning for it, a purpose of suffering. The
meaninglessness of suffering, not suffering itself, was the
curse that lay over mankind so far—and the ascetic ideal offered
man meaning! It was the only meaning offered so far; any meaning
is better than none at all; the ascetic ideal was in every sense the
"faute de mieux" par excellence so far. In it,
suffering was interpreted; the tremendous void seemed to have
been filled; the door was closed to any kind of suicidal
nihilism. This interpretation—there is no doubt of it—brought fresh
suffering with it, deeper, more inward, more poisonous, more
life-destructive suffering: it placed all suffering under the
perspective of guilt.
But this notwithstanding—man was saved thereby, he possessed
a meaning, he was henceforth no longer like a leaf in the wind, a
plaything of nonsense—the "sense-less"—he could now will
something; no matter at first to what end, why, with what he willed:
the will itself was saved.
We can no longer conceal from ourselves what is expressed by
all that willing which has taken its direction from the ascetic ideal:
this hatred of the human, and even more of the animal, and more still
of the material, this horror of the senses, of reason itself, this
fear of happiness and beauty, this longing to get away from all
appearance, change, becoming, death, wishing, from longing
itself—all this means—let us dare to grasp it—a
will to nothingness, an aversion to life, a rebellion against the
most fundamental presuppositions of life; but it is and remains a
will! … And, to repeat in conclusion what I said at
the beginning: man would rather will nothingness than
not will.—
And now On the Genealogy of Morals is finished! Next
up is Ecce Homo followed by perhaps some dry (but short)
English "philosophy" (oh, I am a funny man) and The Island of
Doctor Moreau before jumping in on either the
Discourses of Epictetus or the Rhetoric of
Aristotle and perhaps a re-reading of The Divine
Comedy.
Tags: nietzsche, reading Current Music: Opeth (My Arms, Your Hearse) - 06: Demon of the Fall
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The last few months have been dull.
I setup a neat MAME/MESS thing and can now play some old arcade
and console games. After configuring this all, getting two broken
xbox pads, breaking one permanently with solder (and then
desoldering braid ... goodbye board parts while attempting to fix
my solder spill), and then making things work OK for two player I
lost interest as is the way with such things and so wasted a large
bit of time. 'Tis what I do.
I mostly have clisp working on EABI ARM/OpenEmbedded. Now
generating a package is a huge PITA because of the hairy clisp
build process and utter lack of documentation for
bitbake. Eventually.
bpt and I are in a startupish now. I need to hack some stuff up
for that this week.
I managed to somehow break my laptop, take it apart entirely,
discover that the power switch was shorted, and then curse at
myself very loudly for not figuring this out before. Of course the
only reason I found this was out because of tapping at the power
button angrily and noticing that it kept turning on after a random
number of taps and turning itself off again after five
seconds...the time it takes for the machine to be forcibly shutoff
with the power button. My wireless seemingly broke because of this
so I tried to take the top off again to fix the antenna cable and
managed to break part of the keyboard frame in the process. Turns
out I just needed to upgrade the card firmware to work with my
shiny new kernel. Now my laptop is held together with electrical
tape.
I need to setup some magic bbdb scoring stuff so that I can use
email again. Once I do this I will abandon realtime electronic
communication.

I have failed yet again to make anything more than a
halfhearted attempt at practicing keyboard. I did manage to fetch
my fancy 76 key keyboard (with weighted keys even) and drum
machine from Maryland and set them up at least. Of course I've
been telling myself I needed to pick piano back up for five years
now. Imagine if I had been capable of making myself do things five
years ago (or ever).
I picked up a copy of Kahlil Gibran's Sand and Foam
printed in 1943 from a nice old bookshop. Now I have four old and
properly bound copies of his works and one in a modern
paperback-in-a-hardcase. I intend to burn the latter in a ritual
against the modern publishing industry and their hatred of
everything I love. I managed to score what looks to be a decent
translation of Epictetus's Discourses and
Enchiridion from the 50s as well. Hardcover books are
nice and I think I shall no longer purchase softcover books. The
only issue comes with the Kierkegaard collection because the
hardcover versions have been out of print since the 80s leading to
problems solvable only by giving old men in smelly bookshops a few
hundred bucks. Ok, maybe that is the problem with everything I
like to read. My bank account finds this disagreeable, but it is a
vain thing and has no interest in beauty.
I finally got back on track with reading stuff and am a few
pages from the end of The Genealogy of Morals and then
have Ecco Homo to read before either Discourses
or Rhetoric. The latter would let me be a jerk when
calling a certain popular politician a dirty lying rhetoritician,
and the former would be better to quiet my mind and help me
reembrace the philosophy of despairing lies so that I remain
functional. Doomed either way I suppose.
I can do five and three quarters of a chinup now. And again
with a half an hour break between. And four a third time. I tried
to pull myself onto a high ledge and failed utterly though so I am
still not functional.

Misery etc.
Goodbye for another two months.

Current Music: Green Carnation (Journey to the End of the Night) - 04: Under Eternal Stars
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