I'm reading this short text by Georges Bataille right now, and it's really bizarre. What do you think it means?
http://www.greylodge.org/occultreview/glor_010/solar.htm
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"Commentators have frequently diagnosed a syphilitic infection as the cause of the illness; however, some of Nietzsche's symptoms — and the long period before it presumably began affecting his mind — seem inconsistent with some cases of syphilis. While most commentators regard Nietzsche's breakdown as unrelated to his philosophy, some, including Georges Bataille and René Girard, argue that his breakdown may have been caused by a psychological maladjustment brought on by his philosophy."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nietzsche
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0V5lIh0--0
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OR: Do you think a precarious philosophical corner is but a small price to pay for [or better yet, the icing on the cake of] an Examined Life?
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Thank you for your comments.
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Dear beetmote... - I'm truly glad to see hating me (i.e. "a random person on this ridiculous website") has renewed your interest in life.
FYI, I've NEVER reported anyone - your precious lil' @$$ included, which is more than I can say for all the ridiculous violation notices that I've been getting lately thanks to cowards like you who hide behind newly-formed dispensable accounts and Y!A's incompetence in blocking "loving characters" such as your Majesty the FREAK. ... TALK ABOUT A LOSER - GET A LIFE MORON; go TROLL the diseased maggots that brought your hateful and mediocre moment to this world.
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My Dear Param: Thank you for the kind words; I am genuinely flattered that loving and intelligent friends, like you, remember me in their hearts - the rest is just the rest. … Let them go to town on their random hatred and Paris-celebrity; I'm here for the stuff that REALLY matter, like sharing happiness and exchanging ideas with my precious friends. :-)
Dear William B – Thank you for the heartrending account of that fateful day in 1975, but above all, I stand in awe of your courage to face your inner demons. You can go back and read your account with pride, my friend, for you have conquered forces beyond the organic limits of ordinary human emotions. As for your misspelling worries - well, I did NOT find any, but even if I did [and borrowing from a dear friend of mine] I would sooner hide the typos than claim ‘em against your authentic expression of humanity. I feel your pain, I hear the all-too-human survivor’s guilt, I agree with the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, I sense the occasional vulnerability of a profoundly decent human being, and I even respect the bipolar disorder diagnosis if you want me to (even though, I’ve NEVER been big on labeling people when it comes to mental health issues - though that’s my problem), BUT ABOVE ALL, I can detect the undeniable LOVING STRENGTH FROM WITHIN that has, somehow, kept you safe and ...
brought you meaning through it all. Keep trusting the LOVE to chart your flight paths and cushion the occasional hard landings beyond the good captain’s control. … And remember: This maybe a virtual venue, but there is a real person sitting behind each and every one of those keyboards – I would be honored if you consider this “humble man behind the machine” Your Friend. … May you be happy, live long, and continue to celebrate your loving life with your family and friends always.
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