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the soul? What his heavenly scroll? To oblivion zero, or starry y? Who this ecce homo?
Friend or Foe?
Apollo or Dionysus Bromios?
¿Cómo?
This ecce homo of an icy Olympus and an icy Mont
Blanc, Nietzsche of the mountaineering heights of might, meandering so near the ice, so far off from the humble Mount of Olives’ right. Was he the shadow of Christ, the self-proclaimed 19th century Anti-Christ?
What the kerygma?
What the zeitgeist?
Life’s not lead, “God is Dead?”21
21 Nietzsche. The Gay Science. Trans. by Walter Kaufmann. New York: Vintage Books, 1974. Section 125.
“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 cleanse 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?”
The death of God resounds a little with Saul’s ways, the Anti-Christ of his times, before he converted to follow and defend Christianity’s New Creation. If Saint Paul’s and Marcion’s OT God faded away, or perished, so to speak, when Christ resurrected, after persecuted by the Jews, making way for a new loving, forgiving Deity, stimulating believers to the highest ideal ofloving one another, what is being Nietzsche’s alternative? That we are Gods ourselves because we murdered the noblest ideal? Can this be sustained? That only Gods are capable of killing Gods? Are we Gods? Lesser Gods? Or Fools in reckless game? Does Nietzsche not sound, perhaps, just as a deluded super-apostle? For how hubristic, and ill-advised is this claim, that God’s murderers must become gods simply to appear worthy of it! Who must we truly deify, man, Saint or God? Nietzsche’s cataclysmic thought, in Rebellion wrought, hurled us to the abyss and Holocaust, to Pandemonium’s dreary dark; Paul’s thought, in Grace indwelt, lifted us to Heaven’s lovely light, His foundation mightily inwrought.
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