from the book: Ecce Homo

When I got to know Friedrich Nietzsche, I had never believed that I might have some similarities with him until I began to read his Ecce Homo; Behold the Man! It is a book about him himself, his feelings and his view of life.

He once said: Life is worth living, says art! The most beautiful seductress; life is worth being known, says science. He might somehow be misunderstood, as I held him like a rough and coarse man. But when I read this book, I understood that he had an open view of society:

The sentence (from my moral code) reads: The preaching of chastity is a public incitement to the unnatural. Every contempt for sexual life, contamination with the term “unclean”, is the crime itself alive – is the actual sin against the holy spirit of life.
Ecce Homo; Why I write good books.

“I have had Caiaphas put in fetters. Also, last year I was crucified by the German doctors in a very drawn-out manner. Wilhelm, Bismarck, and all anti-Semites (must be) abolished.” (Wikipedia)

He loved Zarathustra because he (Zarathustra) said; Don’t follow me! Follow your heart, and find yourself!

Let’s look at a part that he chose from his book”Thus spoke Zarathustra“:

On the other hand, he determines as strictly as possible what “man” can be for him alone – not an object of love or even pity – Zarathustra has also become master of the great disgust in man: man is a deformity for him, a substance, an ugly stone, in need of a sculptor.

No longer wanting and no longer appreciating and no longer creating: Oh, if this great weariness always stays away from me!

Even in recognising, I only feel my will’s joy in witnessing and becoming; and if there is innocence in my knowledge, it is because there is the will to spawn in it.

Away from God and Gods, lured me this Will; what could be done if Gods were there?

But he drives me to man, again and again, my more passionate Will to create, so it pushes the hammer towards the stone.

Ah, you people, an image sleeps in the stone, the image of images! Ah, that it must sleep in the hardest, ugliest stone!

Now my hammer rages cruelly against his prison. Pieces dust from the stone: I don’t give a damn!

I want to complete it because a shadow came to me – of all things, the quietest and lightest came to me!

The beauty of the superman came to me like a shadow: what do I care about the gods!…

I have one last point to emphasise: the underlined verse gives rise to this. For a Dionysian task, the hardness of the hammer; the desire itself to destroy are crucial prerequisites. The imperative: ‘Become hard!’ the lowest certainty that all creators are hard, is the real sign of a Dionysian nature.