Solitude

[Fabiano]

[size=150]Solitude…[/size]

The feeling that people are never…talking to you. The sensation of having been born out of your time, out of your world…and of not having a world, a time of yours at all.

A craving for eternity, a yearning to embrace eternity, to create a new world, a new space and a new time, so that your words could make some…sense.

Everything’s pretty dissected, explained, every place is violated, there is not a single place here where you can…breathe. Peace of mind, violentless afternoon, angerless waking up…solitude.

All the purposes are lost…now what should we do.

Our soul is pretty dissected too, some brain impulses…but why, [size=200]why[/size] does it seem to be so…hollow? Why all this emptiness? Why this craving for a place, a site located in the arms of time? Why this absolute feeling of being fearful, unprotected, alone? Why all these words which don’t rhyme, why all these songs without singers, why all these explanations without explainers?

Why does that failure of a poet need so hard to find…a way home?

Why would he kill himself, why would he sell his soul so that he could find…a way home?

Why to be condemned to see the only thing which you really love…your life…being corrupted day by day, without fighting for it…a corpse…dead twice.

And after all, we are just alone, completely, absolutely alone…without a single person to understand a single word we say. How can this profound loneliness take place in such a mediocre organical being?

After all we are just alone with our pieces of life, broken dreams, dreams of a paradise…located in…eternity.

After all we will always fight wars we didn’t want to fight, we will always write the letters we didn’t want to write, we will always be pariahs among pariahs…the solitary men, an…abomination. How can we deal with that? How can we dissect him? Why don’t we put in his head that he just has to seek for some pleasure…and everything’s fine? How can we explain him the sense of this…pleasure?

He’d always refuse your dreams, your ideals, your pleasures. He’d always refuse to share your mediocrity. He’d always refuse to be a part of your time…a world of mechanical fools. He’d call god the day you denied him. He’d kill all his gods the day you accepted them.

And he’d kill himself to know a way home.

And he’d sell his soul so that he could find…a way home.

[The_Underground_Man]

[Uniqor]

Yet another challenge to nihilism from me. I think the anwsers to the whys posed here might be summarised as, creativity. I believe that being nihilistic itself is a creative form, even though it seems that this particular form does everything that it can in order to destroy creative futherance and continuation.

It wills to power.

It is very ambitious, this nihilism. It seeks to rub the existential significance of all creative fruits, it seeks to establish, hence to create, the ultimate ground that despite of ceaseless creative progression, this ground remains unchallenged, undernourished and uncreative. Nihilism is the conscious enemy to creativity. It wills power over creativity. While of course, denying that itself is essentialy a creative product.

What interests me here is that how do the nihilist manage to get enough sense of power of this blief, so that he can do without creativity, so that he can nevertheless survive in the barren desert that he’s set up for himself. He had no misplans, his oasis for this desert is well provided in the first palce. What is this oasis that he relies on in totality? This remains my unsolved problem with nihilism.

My intitial guess here is that, you guys oppress your creativity in order to increase the sense of its intensity, this way, the sacrificial limity of your creativity due to conscious oppression, is repaid. Its the intensity of the sense of having power that ultimately matter to everyone, an intensity which can be archieved by many ways. Nihilism is one of the ways to archieve the will to power. This is a way that requires its unique existential run-up, jusy like every other path. The task still remains, that is to study how one gradually becomes a nihilist.

I think much of Nietzschean philosophy is dedicated to that particular task.