Friedrich
Nietzsche (1844-1900) was stuck on a dead-end road. Mr. Ego, as I have come to call him, was a
gifted musician, scholar, professor, philologist, philosopher and writer. Reading his stuff, one comes to just accept
the fact that he agrees with no one about anything. Every other thinker, every other philosophical
tradition, these folk have led the world astray, they got it wrong and he gladly
shares their failures with us. How did
he get so adorably opinionated?
Please allow
me to make a guess. Walter Kaufmann, who
is the expert who translated all his German stuff, gives Nietzsche’s birth
circumstances only a passing note but to me they are pivotal. Freddy, (no disrespect), was a preacher’s kid,
born to a Lutheran clergyman. We preacher’s
kids always have a marked father issue, some of us fit into the mold and others
of us throw the mold in the garbage.
Freddy possibly rejected the spiritual priority of his birth family because his father died when his
only son was five years old. Without his
believing father, whom he probably resented for dying, Nietzsche never got to see a workable faith in God.
Loosing his
father, the second factor came into play.
Freddy was raised by a cackle of females, mother, sisters and aunts, the
only rooster in the henhouse, so to speak. In this family Freddy would either become an effeminate
social butterfly or take on the strong opinionated male role, the leader of the
household in the making. Nietzsche chose to be a man to the max. Growing up he excelled at his studies and one might consider his thought patterns mature at age 24, when he began the duties of a university professor.
Both these factors were to push him, gifted as he was,
into a Godless world view and a power hungry natural life motive for we humans.
G.Goslaw
Landers, CA