friedrich nietzsche

At the end of last week I finally Thus Zarathustra spoke of Friedrich Nietzsche exquisitely. In the first period of this year that I read this book, this elegance, this intense desire, expressed in the most beautiful lyrics, I came to page 156, because I couldn't build it further. I read about 2 pages per day and that felt like a mountain rolling up a large round stone. The amount of impressions and the depth of the work were too great an attack on my then thought window.

A week or two ago I started again, on page 156, because I remained curious about this unusual, single, philosophical polemic by a man whose great talent was unfortunately too gibberish for personal ambitions of a very dark type. Curious, not least because Jung occasionally mentions the book in his equally elevated writings. This time I flew through, at least ten pages a day. Clear language this time, with ideas coming in in the same way as my savior on earth, Carl Gustaf Jung.

The attentive reader will certainly recognize the many winks in these paragraphs, but why I got back behind my keyboard is the urge to correct a great injustice. That Nietzsche is called a fascist because the Nazis have abused his lyrics in the service of their hideous, rücksichtslose . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Just as the very erudite and in my view very intelligent Carl Jung, who also had the best with man, unfortunately, has fallen prey to an extreme right-wing group in the United States and the brilliant interpreter of Jungs ideas, the Canadian professor Jordan Peterson unfortunately seems to have acquired a, perhaps not undeserved, questionable reputation, so Friedrich Nietzsche's extremely subtle mindset has been compromised.

The reader might think I'm worried about things that haven't been going on for a long time, but I think it's very relevant at this time to try to contribute to the restoration of a great philosopher, poet and writer, which I think should be mandatory, like Jung. I am aware of the fact that That I only call for a reversal of Having read Nietzsche and my speech may be very easy to shoot, but I'll take my chances.

Windmills

Thoughts flow richly. There is an incessant stream of ideas and spiritual impressions to experience when you are aware of it, but also when you sleep and end up in REM sleep. Looks like it's fighting the beers. Perhaps nice to mention where this Dutch expression originated. The expression originated in Amsterdam. The beer cai is a popular name for the Bierkade. That was part of the Oudezijds Voorburgwal, where barrels of beer were delivered and preserved a few centuries ago. The men who did the work were strong guys and they were known as fighter bosses. Anyone who wanted to fight them could be sure in advance to lose this battle. This led to the Fighting the Beer Cay the meaning of doing something impossible, doing useless work.

I myself like to use the image of fighting the windmills, as described in the novel about Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes, in which the main character, together with his loyal neighbor and servant Sancho Panza, battles. In, the ingenious nobleman Don Quixote of La Mancha as the full title of the book reads, Alonso Quijano has lost his mind by reading too many knight novels. Alonso is of low nobility and subsequently thinks he is a wandering knight and that is what he does, making a stray on the roads of the countryside of Spain, around 1600. Seated on his breed horse Rocinant, an old emaciated peasant horse in fact and with an old, rusty armor and paper sting he acts against all possible forms of injustice and injustice. By doing good deeds he hopes to win the heart of his great love, the unparalleled beautiful Dulcinea. In this quest to Dulcinea, in reality a simple farmer's daughter he doesn't know and who probably doesn't even exist, he is assisted by Sancho, who essentially likes good food and calls his master the knight of the sad figure. Sancho knows Alonso isn't completely in his head. Don Quixote in turn sees inns for castles, spiritual to villains and windmills, there they are, for giants. With his army, a flock of sheep, he liberates state-dangering criminals, or people who are imprisoned for their dissent. Sancho is a little more sober and feels differently. The book consequently acts

It is clear that the book is a parody, it is an attack on the knight novel and a charge against what Cervantes said was wrong in the 16e A century in Spain with the nobility, the church, the masses and probably society as a whole. Apparently, this criticism of all times and the fight against abuses, although necessary and admirable, is an apparently fighting against the beers, at least in the eyes of many. However, it is also a book about love and then in all its qualities, from earthly, lustful love to courtly worship and love among friends. I can't do better in this context, unfortunately. Windmills certainly have a function to fulfil, but whether it is always understood correctly is the question. There is also a beautiful film from the 1960s entitled More with a soundtrack by Pink Floyd.

wow book

Godhead van Joe Griffin & Ivan Tyrrell, the brain’s big bang is een boek dat precies dat doet. Na het lezen is je leven niet meer hetzelfde. Je hele kijk op het universum, de mens daarin en bewustzijn gaat op de schop. Het is, alleen verkrijgbaar in het Engels, weergaloos geschreven en leest als een pageturner. Ik ga hier zeker op terugkomen.