When I began my philosophy challenge back in September, I did not do it simply to try to be smart about such things. I did it for very practical reasons, one of which was to forge ahead on my own life’s journey. I knew what to believe but remained fascinated with how we come to believe it. It’s easy to say that we do not need to know how we come to believe, but I would be dishonest with myself if I did so, and therefore discontent. It’s a question God has put before me for reasons only He knows.
I knew Nietzsche was important despite my being totally at odds with his philosophy. Now, I know why I felt so inspired. I came across this book. I am stunned by just the introduction.
I am expecting great, great things from this book. See if this segment from the Introduction (based on artistic interpretation and not historical fact) does not spin your dials:
“When, as promised, Thérèse returns, immediately after her death, to encounter a Nietzsche who is by now mad, her invitation is more explicit: the places to go to are beautiful (mountains), the things to do (play the violin) also. Nietzsche seems to awaken not so much to a religious conversion but to the possibility that solidarity, company, love itself, exists, and that they may find, even pick, roses – roses without thorns, for roses have thorns only inside us, and where Thérèse and Nietzsche are going there is no longer any suffering. But even here, nothing is forced: we leave Nietzsche fascinated, but still undecided, with Thérèse inviting him to go with her, and he begging her to stay, and the dialogue continues with a dying fall, until in the silence of human voices we hear the Resurrection motif in Mahler’s symphony.”