Having read nearly a thousand pages of Nietzsche’s works this summer, I made it my task these past two weeks to go over all that I had read, select the most personally and academically relevant passages, find adequate translations on the internet, copy and paste these passages into a few Word documents, re-read the passages and highlight them with four colors of ranked importance, and summarize each of the works in another Word document, paraphrasing the text and incorporating my own beliefs and applications to my personal and professional life and goals. At the end of this task, I now feel my first few embryonic leaves stretching up to the sunlight.—And what do I have to show for this? To answer, I turn again to my spiritual compatriot as he writes the final words of his magnum opus in his bare, wooden cottage perched high among the mountains. He is that “genius of the heart, from contact with which one goes away richer: not favoured or surprised, not as blessed and oppressed by alien goods, but richer in oneself, newer to oneself than before, broken up, blown upon and sounded by a thawing wind—more uncertain, perhaps, more delicate, more fragile, more bruised, but full of hopes which as yet lack names . . . ”
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 14:55:30 +0000
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