quetzac -The concentration behind a perfected art always makes that art seem effortless.
I do not think that Nietzsche placed a premature junction, I think that his constitution put a limit to what he could attain. Of course, a person of his frail health could never be a superman, and I am sure he never had and illusions about this. His spirt has surely attained, sporadically, in the most lighthearted of his writing the form of the Child, but in general his oeuvre is very much that of a Lion, severe, proud, bound to a destiny, as full of hate as as of love.
Sauwelios - I cant help but laugh at your pridefulness, a correction of Blake! I must congratulate you on your lionesque virtue. But your truth is certainy not one that rings true to me. I find your explanations and corrections here hard to decipher and even harder to relate to, Talmudic rather than Nietzschean.
The notion that I would benefit from reading Lampert in my understanding of Nietzsche is, to me, absurd. I find his work dry of meaning. Nietzsches writing, on the contrary, contains too much meaning. Some meaning takes time and re-reading and sometimes discussing to get the meaning to manifest in full clarity, after it has been moving beneath the surface of a pregnant subconscious. “Where do you get all this?” Thought. I can see that we disagree on the nature of the Child. So be it. Both of us derive our notions form our different natures as much as from Nietzsche.
The meaning of the note has manifested to me over the course of some days. I do not share your approach to Nietzsches work as a repertoire that needs to be approached as a mathematical formula. I value rather the contrary aspect, the richness and diversity of meaning springing from his mind, like a forest full of wild fruits, an amount too rich and diverse to digest in its totality. None of these fruits could ever be corrected, even though some of them are poisonous.
If my interpretation is valid, and I am not so much convinced of this as perfectly clear on it (like I am not convinced, but perfectly clear on the fact that I like the taste of freshly picked wild and ripe blackberry, regardless of how it may taste to you), then it should be no mystery why Nietzsche chose not to publish it.
Weary Locomotive - I thank you for directing my focus to the necessity of the troublesome. A pleasure to read and rich food for meditation, as always.