the perfect way to describe a Sanghi/fascist doesn't exi----

“The actor, the mime, the dancer, the musician, and the lyric poet are basically related in their instincts and, at bottom, one — but gradually they have become specialized and separated from each other, even to the point of mutual opposition. The lyric poet remained united with the musician for the longest time; the actor, with the dancer.

The architect represents neither a Dionysian nor an Apollonian state: here it is the great act of will, the will that moves mountains, the frenzy of the great will which aspires to art. The most powerful human beings have always inspired architects; the architect has always been under the spell of power. His buildings are supposed to render pride visible, and the victory over gravity, the will to power. Architecture is a kind of eloquence of power in forms — now persuading, even flattering, now only commanding. The highest feeling of power and sureness finds expression in a grand style. The power which no longer needs any proof, which spurns pleasing, which does not answer lightly, which feels no witness near, which lives oblivious of all opposition to it, which reposes within itself, fatalistically, a law among laws — that speaks of itself as a grand style.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 11)

corporate conditioning of our desires

By our best enemies we do not want to be spared, nor by those either whom we love from the very heart.

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors. They are the companions and forerunners of such saintship.

I see many soldiers; could I but see many warriors! “Uniform” one calleth what they wear; may it not be uniform what they therewith hide!

Ye shall be those whose eyes ever seek for an enemy—for your enemy. And with some of you there is hatred at first sight.

Your enemy shall ye seek; your war shall ye wage, and for the sake of your thoughts! And if your thoughts succumb, your uprightness shall still shout triumph thereby!

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“The psychological tact of the Germans seems very questionable to me, in view of quite a number of cases which modesty prevents me from enumerating. In one case I shall not lack a great occasion to substantiate my thesis: I bear the Germans a grudge for having made such a mistake about Kant and his ‘backdoor philosophy,’ as I call it — for that was not the type of intellectual integrity.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 16)

(heteropatriarchal) masculinity, fascism

“The most spiritual human beings, if we assume that they are the most courageous, also experience by far the most painful tragedies: but just for that reason they honor life because it pits its greatest opposition against them.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 17)

“Beautiful and ugly [‘fair and foul’]. — Nothing is more conditional — or, let us say, narrower — than our feeling for beauty. Whoever would think of it apart from man's joy in man would immediately lose any foothold. ‘Beautiful in itself’ is a mere phrase, not even a concept. In the beautiful, man posits himself as the measure of perfection; in special cases he worships himself in it. A species cannot do otherwise but thus affirm itself alone. Its lowest instinct, that of self-preservation and self-expansion, still radiates in such sublimities. Man believes the world itself to be overloaded with beauty — and he forgets himself as the cause of this. He alone has presented the world with beauty — alas! only with a very human, all-too-human beauty. At bottom, man mirrors himself in things; he considers everything beautiful that reflects his own image: the judgment ‘beautiful’ is the vanity of his species. For a little suspicion may whisper this question into the skeptic's ear: Is the world really beautified by the fact that man thinks it beautiful? He has humanized it, that is all. But nothing, absolutely nothing, guarantees that man should be the model of beauty. Who knows what he looks like in the eyes of a higher judge of beauty? Daring perhaps? Perhaps even amusing? Perhaps a little arbitrary?

‘O Dionysus, divine one, why do you pull me by my ears?’ Ariadne once asked her philosophic lover during one of those famous dialogues on Naxos. ‘I find a kind of humor in your ears, Ariadne: why are they not even longer?’”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 19)

atheists of ancient "india" vs modern Indian atheists

mein liebes süßestes Kätzchen,
mein revolutionäres Mädchen...
wie für dich mein ganzes Herz voller Leidenschaft ist! –
welche Etwas jenseits von Liebe und Freundschaft ist –
bist du mein Engel?
oder... mein Teufel?
oh, eigentlich bist du beides!
das Leben meines Herzens...
du bist ein Kätzchen und eine Löwin,
auch meine anbetungswürdige Göttin!
die furchtbare, unbesiegbare Kriegerin.
du und ich, wir werden zum Märchen –
eine Ewigkeit mit dir, mein Schätzchen!

von: Dionysos
an: meri jungli billi

“Nothing is beautiful, except man alone: all aesthetics rests upon this naïveté, which is its first truth. Let us immediately add the second: nothing is ugly except the degenerating man — and with this the realm of aesthetic judgment is circumscribed. Physiologically, everything ugly weakens and saddens man. It reminds him of decay, danger, impotence; it actually deprives him of strength. One can measure the effect of the ugly with a dynamometer. Wherever man is depressed at all, he senses the proximity of something ‘ugly.’ His feeling of power, his will to power, his courage, his pride — all fall with the ugly and rise with the beautiful. In both cases we draw an inference: the premises for it are piled up in the greatest abundance in instinct. The ugly is understood as a sign and symptom of degeneration: whatever reminds us in the least of degeneration causes in us the judgment of ‘ugly.’ Every suggestion of exhaustion, of heaviness, of age, of weariness; every kind of lack of freedom, such as cramps, such as paralysis; and above all, the smell, the color, the form of dissolution, of decomposition — even in the ultimate attenuation into a symbol — all evoke the same reaction, the value judgment, ‘ugly.’ A hatred is aroused — but whom does man hate then? There is no doubt: the decline of his type. Here he hates out of the deepest instinct of the species; in this hatred there is a shudder, caution, depth, farsightedness — it is the deepest hatred there is. It is because of this that art is deep.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 20)

"'true' love", gender binary

spoken like a true liberal

all these clowns who complain about people being lazy can't imagine a different world; in spite of all their revolutionary aesthetics (LARPing), at most they want a slightly different version of the current system to be perpetuated.

leftists who bootlick dictators; leftists who condemn idleness, laziness, anti-work philosophy, etc

"nobody wants to work anymore" vibe fr

I'll worship you, my Beauty,
but not just for your beauty...
but for everything that you are...
my evil Goddess that you are!

For a moment that lasts an eternity,
and an eternity that lasts a moment...

“I take a single case. Schopenhauer speaks of beauty with a melancholy fervor. Why? Because he sees in it a bridge on which one will go farther, or develop a thirst to go farther. Beauty is for him a momentary redemption from the ‘will’ — a lure to eternal redemption. Particularly, he praises beauty as the redeemer from ‘the focal point of the will,’ from sexuality — in beauty he sees the negation of the drive toward procreation. Queer saint! Somebody seems to be contradicting you; I fear it is nature. To what end is there any such thing as beauty in tone, color, fragrance, or rhythmic movement in nature? What is it that beauty evokes? Fortunately, a philosopher contradicts him too. No lesser authority than that of the divine Plato (so Schopenhauer himself calls him) maintains a different proposition: that all beauty incites procreation, that just this is the proprium of its effect, from the most sensual up to the most spiritual.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche,
Twilight of the Idols (§9. 22)

depression, neo-liberalism
(Byung-Chul Han quotes)