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Of all the great minds in history, few more quoted…and misunderstood…as Friedrich Nietzsche. That in which beckons us back to his words time after time, is also that which paves the path to the wild approximations of his meaning. Nietzsche was a herald of bombast, unbridled by temperance or fear. Those quotes that in which made him infamous are devilishly designed to burrow the point deep into the subconscious, where they take root thanks to his scathing wit.

“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.”

“He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.”

“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”

“The man of knowledge must be able to not only love his enemies but also to hate his friends.”

“I am the first immoralist: I am therewith the destroyer par excellence.”

“God is dead, but considering the state the species of man is in, there will be perhaps caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.”

While many delight or are laid aghast by his gaudy intellectual assault, it is all too easy to lose oneself in the spectacle. Thus Nietzsche’s great strength is that which most vexes his legacy, for beyond the bombast is some of the most daring and insightful contemplation of the human condition in the history of human thought. The concept that rightfully earns Nietzsche is not, “God is dead”, but rather:

“It has gradually become clear to me what every great philosophy up till now has consisted of- namely, the confession of its originator , and a species of involuntary and unconscious autobiography…”

Such a simple notion but one that rings truth to every common man, that the philosopher’s quest to “solve” the world is a fundamentally indulgent and absurd. There is no objectivist outlook to apply on to subjective concepts. Love, hope, truth are not natural states, rather a desperate attempt to assign meaning where there is none, objectively speaking. Indeed there is meaning but that meaning is created in the minds of those searching for it.

In essence, the practice of philosophy more accurately articulates the world view of whom speaks it as opposed to any grand inherit meaning.  The world is larger than any single philosophy or philosopher.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way…it does not exist.”

Behind all that bombast was a truly open mind, capable of seeing the world beyond its own ego. With this idea the world is large enough to accommodate us all, and perhaps more importantly, it provides us room enough to grow and change. The only true constant in life is change. Though philosophers imagine their words and opinions as etching in stone, they too change with time. Do not chain yourself to a false notion of constancy in your search for truth, nor justify your ego with certainty. Allow yourself to doubt and then you may become truly wise.

In one manner or another, it seems that I am destined to be a friendly stranger in familiar places. Regardless of the crowd I find myself compelled to identify my own individuality with their ranks.  Some circumstances make it abundantly apparent, me being a secular cosmopolitan among faithful country folk, while others, being an individualist in a collectivist movement, are agonizingly muddled. These are the musing I make as I wander with nebulous, yet pointed purpose. That in which I seek is nothing short of self-actualization and ascension through a greater understanding of my own will and consciousness.

Alas, as my sight is drawn ever deeper into the universe that is my soul, I am hurled galaxies’ distance from the world I exist in. The distance between my mind and my life is the distance between Sol and Beetlejuice, yet somehow I am not alien. My thoughts are a language spoken only unto myself but my words are that of a common enough tongue. Simultaneously I am creature from a separate world yet one who is not unwelcomed. Is that even a worthy revelation…for do we not live as universes unto ourselves in a multiverse of collective experience?

Over the course of my life I have learned that is apparently not so. People’s conception of themselves is that of parts of an ever escalating series of collectives. Their existences are tribes within tribes within tribes. Though we all may be celestial objects in my eyes, in their eyes we are a looses alliance of clans: elves, hobbits, dwarves, humans, and orcs. As such, what endears me to them is their antithesis to my own perception.

I am of a separate but familiar collective, an elf in hobbit land. My tribe is not theirs but I am ascribed another tribe by them none-the-less. As I search for myself in the cosmos I am bound to Earth by this denial. To most we are little more than familiar strangers who’s existences cease outside our own purposes to the tribe. The purpose in my words is for myself and not a tribe. May I find clarity in my mad ramblings, clarity from the madness of tribalism that consumes our worlds. May I always be that elf in Hobbitton.