On God's Death And Nietzsche's Plead
People misunderstand Nietzsche's famous statement; "God Is Dead."
They get Nietzsche wrong much the same.
They misunderstand for a number of reasons, one of which is because the statement is not as much of a statement as it is a question, a plead really.
And they also get it (and Nietzsche) wrong because morals (Ethics) and god's existence or lack there of (Theology) are secondary to this question.
It is, in fact, not a theological or ethical question.
(Although, perhaps you could say they're involved)
It isn't a question of God's existence, that is decided (for Nietzsche), it isn't a question of moral integrity, that is- less decided but comparatively decided;
It is a question directed at humanity, to question its own path and existence.
It pleads thus;
We have killed God. What do we do now? Where do we go from here? What do we do next? Is it worth doing anything at all?
For Nietzsche, this question perplexed him. He found his answer in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, in the Ubermensch.
But before that, there was only this;
They get Nietzsche wrong much the same.
They misunderstand for a number of reasons, one of which is because the statement is not as much of a statement as it is a question, a plead really.
And they also get it (and Nietzsche) wrong because morals (Ethics) and god's existence or lack there of (Theology) are secondary to this question.
It is, in fact, not a theological or ethical question.
(Although, perhaps you could say they're involved)
It isn't a question of God's existence, that is decided (for Nietzsche), it isn't a question of moral integrity, that is- less decided but comparatively decided;
It is a question directed at humanity, to question its own path and existence.
It pleads thus;
We have killed God. What do we do now? Where do we go from here? What do we do next? Is it worth doing anything at all?
For Nietzsche, this question perplexed him. He found his answer in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, in the Ubermensch.
But before that, there was only this;
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?