Jesus Christ is very Nice

Morality for physicians. — The sick man is a parasite of society. In a certain state it is indecent to live longer. To go on vegetating in cowardly dependence on physicians and machinations, after the meaning of life, the right to life, has been lost, that ought to prompt a profound contempt in society. The physicians, in turn, would have to be the mediators of this contempt — not prescriptions, but every day a new dose of nausea with their patients. To create a new responsibility, that of the physician, for all cases in which the highest interest of life, of ascending life, demands the most inconsiderate pushing down and aside of degenerating life — for example, for the right of procreation, for the right to be born, for the right to live.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has achieved and what one has wished, drawing the sum of one’s life — all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death. One should never forget that Christianity has exploited the weakness of the dying for a rape of the conscience; and the manner of death itself, for value judgments about man and the past.

Here it is important to defy all the cowardices of prejudice and to establish, above all, the real, that is, the physiological, appreciation of so-called natural death — which is in the end also “unnatural,” a kind of suicide. One never perishes through anybody but oneself. But usually it is death under the most contemptible conditions, an unfree death, death not at the right time, a coward’s death. From love of life, one should desire a different death: free, conscious, without accident, without ambush.

Finally, some advice for our dear pessimists and other decadents. It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake — for in some cases it is a mistake. When one does away with oneself, one does the most estimable thing possible: one almost earns the right to live. Society — what am I saying? — life itself derives more advantage from this than from any “life” of renunciation, anemia, and other virtues: one has liberated the others from one’s sight; one has liberated life from an objection. Pessimism, pur, vert, is proved only by the self-refutation of our dear pessimists: one must advance a step further in its logic and not only negate life with “will and representation,” as Schopenhauer did — one must first of all negate Schopenhauer. Incidentally, however contagious pessimism is, it still does not increase the sickliness of an age, of a generation as a whole: it is an expression of this sickliness. One falls victim to it as one falls victim to cholera: one has to be morbid enough in one’s whole predisposition. Pessimism itself does not create a single decadent more; I recall the statistics which show that the years in which cholera rages do not differ from other years in the total number of deaths.

From Twilight of the idols – Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

This extract is highly symbolic of the polemical writings of Nietzsche. However, I think we should make an effort and go beyond the warlike intentions of the philosopher, to achieve a calm analysis of the message contained in it, that is, in my opinion, intimately and deeply Christian.

Who, if not the Christ, does embody the concept of the Ubermensch? Christ is the one who chooses to die while having the possibility of preventing death. Christ is the one that is free from the yoke of his father-master. He died by the will of men to respect the choice of men, abandoned by his father to his fate, because with this gesture He wanted to establish the supremacy of consciousness about life and the needs of the child to be released from the possession of those who created him.

If God is our father and we his children, then God tells us, through the sacrifice of Christ, that we can and must do without him, as is evident in observing the evolution of life in all its forms. The man who relies on her father’s will is not a man. He is a child, an individual who refuses their responsibilities, that rejects the right and duty to choose for themselves what is good and evil, according to the conscience, according to his, strictly personal conscience.

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Mediatic Anesthesia

Honestly, how many of you consider to be well informed, to be really aware of what’s happening in the world? How many of you are able to eliminate the suspicion that there is someone that is taking us the piss? Be here to discuss that (here or anywhere else, in the bar downstairs rather then in the assembly of UN) does not serve other than to make much ado about nothing, to allow, at whoever is behind the scenes, to pull, undisturbed, the threads of history?

Really we have no choice? Really try to “inform” is the only way to change the world, bringing it closer to the ideal society we all have in mind, in which words, such as injustice, poverty, starving and war, will only be distant memories?

If I look back I’ve had discussions on topics as varied, as that was on the choice to buy the white grapes, rather than black, I cannot remember a single episode in which I or my partner have changed our opinions.

Perhaps we must change the perspective, maybe we should think longer and more wide. Perhaps the hope that a infinite sum of unnecessary discussions can lead to a change is not in vain, even if it is like to admit that the sum of zero tends to infinity gives infinity.

Since there is doubt that the debate into private clubs, among kindred minds that tend to exclude “different”, cannot do no more that calcify the status quo, a bit like trying to move mountains blowing against them and, at the same time, not realize that breath is merely depositing a thin layer of limestone on the rock, subtly increasing his thickness. As if the words had weight, as if they were freeze-dried sand that, according to the principle of homeopathy, were useful to care for affinity.

Here, it seems to me that we all have the impression to give our contribution to history, but this impression could be the result of surgery, of a mediatic lobotomy performed under general anesthesia by a gagged surgeon, eyeless and faceless, which has no hurry to wake us from a dreamless sleep.

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