One of the high points of my life was on and around June 9th, 2010, which was the day of the national elections. Little over a month later, I wrote a piece about that high point that I have hereby translated:
I did not vote. For me that was the best choice, as it gave me the highest feeling of happiness, the highest feeling of freedom, the highest feeling of power (feeling of happiness is feeling of power; freedom is power). The political stage is set with people that have their interests, i.e., their power-wills (cf. “longing”)¹, at heart. Whether it is conscious and direct self-interest or not, politicians always take certain matters seriously. Thus they are not free from those matters, they are “engaged”. Yea, even when they are concerned with freedom, they are still engaged, not free. The only people that can fully enjoy that freedom are those that enjoy that freedom without standing in its service. Whoever stands in service is a servant, a slave; not a freeman. A freeman rejoices in his freedom while others mourn the potential or actual threats to it.
A philosopher is a human being that has the peace and freedom to contemplate [beschouwen] the world; and a Nietzschean philosopher is a philosopher that regards [beschouwt] the world as what it most probably is, will to power and nothing besides, and regards the world as will to power as something ravishing. The political stage, too, he watches, when he watches it, with joy: he is a spectator that can immensely enjoy the spectacle. To see all those wills to power battle down there! All the deception and self-deception! A spectacle for godmen, but why should he himself enter the stage? Why should he lower himself to seriousness? To the level of people that consider certain matters “weighty”? That get “furious” when their interests are not taken seriously? If he enters that battle-stage, it certainly isn’t as a grim military man advancing on his enemies. No, his march is a victory march: the battle has already been decided in his favour, for he has attained the height from which he can look down upon the whole human stage. He has attained superhumanness, in the Nietzschean sense—that is to say a godliness that often enough seems inhuman. If he visits the “city”, the polis, he comes, to speak with one of Nietzsche’s so-called “letters of insanity”, “as the victorious Dionysus, who wants to turn the earth into a festival.” He celebrates the will to power, he exuberantly proclaims his will to the eternal return: with songs of praise to everything from the Occupation to the Liberation,² from the Holocaust to the Nuremberg Trials, from the cutting of rain forest and the clubbing to death of baby seals to ecoterrorism; all expressions of the will to power does he applaud, the formidable one!
¹ “Interest” is belang in Dutch, which originally meant, and is a cognate of, verlangen, “longing”.
² The Netherlands’ occupation by, and liberation from, Nazi Germany.