"First comes the degradation by words, then by deeds. Where liberalism reaches its outer limits it opens the door to murderers …"
~ Ernst Jünger

Artificial intelligence is the mass grave of the word.

All art lays a claim upon eschatology.

The devastation we are confronted with in tragedy is that the whole of law, the utmost violence, is left to one figure. The world of mortal pain set upon the earth itself. A figure abandoned to the world; not even a titan can overstretch the chasm. It is the continuation of the titanic battle after the fall and eternal judgement of the titans.
One man is left to drag the world behind him, all the rest – beholden.

"Tu es Venus, Tu es Venus, Tu es Venus. Venus es!" Even the stomping of the Cyclops may return us to happiness.

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We are ourselves only a perspective of the truth.

Nowhere does truth appear with such brutality as in war and justice. In the face of such overwhelming force the individual is cut out from being, divided from the simple movement of himself. The will is driven out into the elements.
In war, there are marching songs, drumming which gives order to thunder – certainty and direction are formed over and above the will, so that it does not separate from itself too early. Then, at that very moment of the highest decision, the music gives way to silence – an order appears before which no artistic understanding can express itself. Only fate and judgement remain. The will experiences its second death.
If truth wants to be known, one's perspective will be shaken to the core with the utmost violence, until this violence becomes the entirety of the earth, until one is but a fissure within a storm, an earthquake, a collapsing mountain. A slow erosion may be the most forceful of all judgements. This is the essence of tragedy and apocalypse – the world is reversed, the brutal decision of law imposes itself upon all men until the final perspective can hold out. It is uprooted, freed.
Nemesis – behind her, the earth a spectre.

The gods give a thousand shapes to every form.

Aristophanes Contra Socrates: A Ruse. Aristophanes Contra Nietzsche: A Mogging.
What is the will to power with eight limbs, two heads, and infinite pudenda?

A given element of the ageless – One can only wonder at Nietzsche's English cosmopolitanism. The creeping stench of the industrial enclosure cannot be separated from his efforts, if only as a result. "Statistics." At times it is hard to tell if he wants a victory garden, or simply interest gutted from the lifeless construction. Or if he simply does not want.
Whatever you do, when you go to Nietzsche do not bring a history, a law, an economics. Whatever you do, feel – and only against what has already been felt. Go against the streams, against continents – land and sea. Against all forces. This is your will. And do not think yourself an English peasant in foreign lands, whatever you do. Do not think this.
For this is the feeling that leaves all feeling behind. The feeling behind all striving to act.
In the end, this is what is achieved in the great obsession, a not bringing, a will of austerity over everything else; of ought over is – the ultimate imprinting upon of foreign soils. Equally a Pole awaiting ruination, and a Brit demanding liquidation. Yes, time itself disappears – for the will too.
Of course, in the end, within that impossible thing – the Britons visited upon the Germans everything he had demanded. Everything demanded, every last thing, is given a will. This is already in Berkeley; if less in Churchill, Hobbes, Caesar.
And then, time returns.

Against Nietzsche: greater intelligence tests. And we add poetic form for the doubtful.

The heirs to Nietzsche worship a gigantesque asceticism. How does this relate to the great ancestor, the will to gluttony?

Collin Clearly says woke can be traced to Fichte, Kant, and Aristotle.
A good reminder to leave philosophy to the philosophers.

Ernst Jünger said that a man who has fallen for two women is caught in a dilemma like that of Solomon's judgement: he will have to decide for the woman who will not tear him apart. The question of gender arises when this position is no longer possible for men, but the situation is no less destructive for women – both make a unique sacrifice for a union, and without it they will have to introduce new concessions. Without great power and the weight of decision both male and female are left to tear themselves apart.
One is returned to Aristophanes' myth of the original man.

A dilemma for Cleary. Fichte was one of the first nationalist philosophers.

Here, all distinction is lost, Fichte would have to be held responsible for both nationalism and wokeism.
Such judgements are like the decisions of the world court declaring ideas as criminal, then reverting the position without granting amnesty. As an ongoing act of neutralisation a new criminality is sought and found, as if an automatic power stands above all decision, guiding the limits of men.

"The increase in freedom must not be invested in "ideas". In this sense, perhaps the Übermensch was the Titan's Achilles heel – his linden or even his fig leaf? Madness follows this – instead of being, one only believed."
~ Ernst Jünger

A good sign that my criticisms of Nietzsche are intuitively correct. That the insight rises from the shadows of the Atlas mountains adds another element.

Arcanum Contra Nietzsche - III

Menoetius - Will to Power
Atlas - Eternal Return
Cronus - Übermensch

"People are way too fixated on Nietzsche."

What strikes me in Nietzsche's comments on Herder is the debt he owes. There are many passages where he is clearly responding to Herder, and he reveals himself as the inferior thinker.
Herder's weakness was falling into rationalism against an opponent; for Nietzsche, all time.

The servants of law. An infinite 'facticity', limitation, non-abstraction, can only remain bound where there is absolute judgement, a violence of law that can return a nation, in a moment, to "black-clouded darkness".
Non coerceri maximo, contineri minimo, divinum est.

(Not to be confined by the greatest, yet to be contained by the smallest, is divine.)

Socratic ignorance and Nietzschean polemics are lost arts. In between the two, where their efforts can be approached but without offense, is where we find the new sophistry.