Will dir das absolut Spekulative aller Ethik nicht in den Kopf, so mache eine Reise um die Welt. Du wirst nachher Bergson und Spinonza lesen wie... wie wenn du einen Besuch in einem Heim für Schwachsinnige machen würdest.
Walter Serner
Sich in lauter Lagen begeben, wo man keine Scheintugenden haben darf, wo man vielmehr, wie der Seiltänzer auf dem Seile, entweder stürzt oder steht – oder davonkommt…
Friedrich Nietzsche
Kann ein Esel tragisch sein? – Dass man unter einer Last zugrunde geht, die man weder tragen, noch abwerfen kann? … Der Fall des Philosophen.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I am rediscovering the beauty of aphorisms. Both content- and formwise (but, as we all know of course, the content is the form and vice versa). Maybe because I cannot seem to concentrate on anything longer than a page these days. Maybe it is because of their lacony, their sharpness, their cynism - which matches my mood (at present and more generally. I think cynism and irony are/should be the virtues of any intellectual). Maybe it is because of their shortness: something I could never do. Maybe it is because an aphorism somehow doesn't belong to anyone or anything: subjective truth and essential wisdom, between literature and philosophy and even medicine. Yes, medicine. Remember "life is short, art is long, etc."? That's from good old Hippocrates. Then again, probably at that time, you were philosopher, doctor, mathematician and whatever else all at the same time (so writing aphorisms was kinda like writing a prescription for a patient. Wow, imagine a world where prescriptions were aphorisms!). No division between the humanities and the "hard" sciences. No need to try to find third-party funds for your research. It was heaven. If you were a white rich man, that is. Oh well, so much for the good old days.
Walter Serner
Sich in lauter Lagen begeben, wo man keine Scheintugenden haben darf, wo man vielmehr, wie der Seiltänzer auf dem Seile, entweder stürzt oder steht – oder davonkommt…
Friedrich Nietzsche
Kann ein Esel tragisch sein? – Dass man unter einer Last zugrunde geht, die man weder tragen, noch abwerfen kann? … Der Fall des Philosophen.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I am rediscovering the beauty of aphorisms. Both content- and formwise (but, as we all know of course, the content is the form and vice versa). Maybe because I cannot seem to concentrate on anything longer than a page these days. Maybe it is because of their lacony, their sharpness, their cynism - which matches my mood (at present and more generally. I think cynism and irony are/should be the virtues of any intellectual). Maybe it is because of their shortness: something I could never do. Maybe it is because an aphorism somehow doesn't belong to anyone or anything: subjective truth and essential wisdom, between literature and philosophy and even medicine. Yes, medicine. Remember "life is short, art is long, etc."? That's from good old Hippocrates. Then again, probably at that time, you were philosopher, doctor, mathematician and whatever else all at the same time (so writing aphorisms was kinda like writing a prescription for a patient. Wow, imagine a world where prescriptions were aphorisms!). No division between the humanities and the "hard" sciences. No need to try to find third-party funds for your research. It was heaven. If you were a white rich man, that is. Oh well, so much for the good old days.
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