FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO KNOW WHAT NIETZSCHE’S ETERNAL RECURRENCE MEANS

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But the complex of causes in which I am entangled will recur – it will create me again! … I shall return … not to a new life or a better life or a similar life: I shall return eternally to this identical and self-same life … to teach once more the eternal recurrence of all things, to speak once more the teaching of the great noontide of earth and man, to tell man of the Superman once more …

The complex causes with which I am entangled is my battle with the Anti-Christ, the 45th President of the United States, Donald J. Trump. And I am currently writing a book entitled The Art of Dying in Style in which I disclose that in the future all the dead people whose DNA has not been destroyed will be cloned i.e. reincarnated, and thus will have successive representations of leading a life in what appears to be a physical universe. As their soul and long-term memories are stored in the DNA, they return eternally to live the identical and self-same life, just like Nietzsche says. Well perhaps not quite exactly the same, because they will be born of a well to do couple in the society of that future day who will have been closely vetted as to their suitability for parenthood. This couple of course will not be biologically related to the cloned baby the woman is going to give birth to. Still they will retain their ID from their first representation. If his DNA is able to be retrieved, he will retain his identity as the historical Aristotle for example, as would Ramesses the Great (reign 1279 – 1213 BC). As will I because I am going to be buried, not cremated. I will retain my ID as the Messiah, Bradley York Bartholomew.

The heaviest burden. What if a demon crept after you one day or night in your loneliest solitude and said to you: “This life, as you live it now and have lived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you, and everything in the same series and sequence—and in the same way this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and in the same way this moment and I myself. The eternal hour-glass of existence will be turned again and again—and you with it, you dust of dust —Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who thus spoke? Or have you experienced a tremendous moment in which you would have answered him: “You are a god and never did I hear anything more divine!” If this thought gained power over you it would, as you are now, transform and perhaps crush you; the question in all and everything: “do you want this again and again, times without number?” would lie as the heaviest burden upon all your actions. Or how well disposed towards yourself and towards life would you have to become to have no greater desire than for this ultimate eternal sanction and seal?

Of the Vision and the Riddle

(excerpts from Thus Spake Zarathustra)

Upward – despite the spirit that drew it downward, drew it towards the abyss, the Spirit of Gravity, my devil and archenemy. Upward – although he sat upon me, half dwarf, half mole; crippled, crippling; pouring lead-drops into my ear, leaden thoughts into my brain. ‘O Zarathustra,’ he said mockingly, syllable by syllable, ‘you stone of wisdom! You have thrown yourself high, but every stone that is thrown must – fall! ‘O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown – must fall! ‘Condemned by yourself and to your own stone-throwing: O Zarathustra, far indeed have you thrown your stone, but it will fall back upon you!’

Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and he long continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone! I climbed,

‘Behold this gateway, dwarf!’ I went on: ‘it has two aspects. Two paths come together here: no one has ever reached their end. ‘This long lane behind us: it goes on for an eternity. And that long lane ahead of us – that is another eternity. ‘They are in opposition to one another, these paths; they abut on one another: and it is here at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is written above it: “Moment”. ‘But if one were to follow them further and ever further and further: do you think, dwarf, that these paths would be in eternal opposition?’ ‘Everything straight lies,’ murmured the dwarf disdainfully. ‘All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.’ ‘Spirit of Gravity!’ I said angrily, ‘do not treat this too lightly! Or I shall leave you squatting where you are, Lame-foot – and I have carried you high! ‘Behold this moment!’ I went on. ‘From this gateway Moment a long, eternal lane runs back: an eternity lies behind us. ‘Must not all things that can run have already run along this lane? Must not all things that can happen have already happened, been done, run past?

‘And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations. Then, suddenly, I heard a dog howling nearby. Had I ever heard a dog howling in that way? My thoughts ran back. Yes! When I was a child, in my most distant childhood: – then I heard a dog howling in that way. And I saw it, too, bristling, its head raised, trembling in the stillest midnight, when even dogs believe in ghosts: – so that it moved me to pity. For the full moon had just gone over the house, silent as death, it had just stopped still, a round glow, still upon the flat roof as if upon a forbidden place: that was what had terrified the dog: for dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. And when I heard such howling again, it moved me to pity again. Where had the dwarf now gone? And the gateway? And the spider? And all the whispering? Had I been dreaming? Had I awoken? All at once I was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight.

But there a man was lying! And there! The dog, leaping, bristling, whining; then it saw me coming – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help? And truly, I had never seen the like of what I then saw. I saw a young shepherd writhing, choking, convulsed, his face distorted; and a heavy, black snake was hanging out of his mouth. Had I ever seen so much disgust and pallid horror on a face? Had he, perhaps, been asleep? Then the snake had crawled into his throat – and there it had bitten itself fast. My hands tugged and tugged at the snake – in vain! they could not tug the snake out of the shepherd’s throat. Then a voice cried from me: ‘Bite! Bite! ‘Its head off! Bite!’ – thus a voice cried from me, my horror, my hate, my disgust, my pity, all my good and evil cried out of me with a single cry. You bold men around me! You venturers, adventurers, and those of you who have embarked with cunning sails upon undiscovered seas! You who take pleasure in riddles! Solve for me the riddle that I saw, interpret to me the vision of the most solitary man! For it was a vision and a premonition: what did I see in allegory? And who is it that must come one day? Who is the shepherd into whose mouth the snake thus crawled? Who is the man into whose throat all that is heaviest, blackest will thus crawl? The shepherd, however, bit as my cry had advised him; he bit with a good bite! He spat far away the snake’s head – and sprang up. No longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being, surrounded with light, laughing! Never yet on earth had any man laughed as he laughed! O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

So this is the riddle that we have to solve right. Who is the shepherd, who or what is the snake, and who is the first person narrator that heard this unearthly laughter.

The last one is easiest that’s Nietzsche relating what the man from the Blissful Islands told him about Zarathustra’s vision while they were on board ship together.

And who is the shepherd? Well that’s really easy. The shepherd represents humanity of whatever religion or creed, with the implication that they are a bunch of mindless sheep.

So what is the snake? Well that too is obvious if you know the story of Adam and Eve. The snake is the forbidden fruit that humanity just has to grit their teeth and bite down on and just wear it. The Knowledge of Good and Evil. Which is a book written by me and is available on Amazon.com So in a sense at least that makes me the snake or maybe just the bite of the apple.

But there’s more. Way back then of course in the Garden of Eden (Biblical times) they didn’t know anything about quantum computing, so any reference to that in The Knowledge of Good and Evil would have been off-topic.

But as it happens (and bear in mind we are re-writing the Book of Genesis now; hint hint all you Semites and followers of Israel) entwined around the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a vine which we shall call The Knowledge of all the Wondrous Things you can do with Quantum Computers (it’s not easy to get a good acronym for that so you’ll just have to cop it sweet.)

As did the shepherd when he was biting down on that snake. Because in that harmless little bite of the apple there was a threat to the Tree of Life of Life. Because in the last resort the shepherd found out that he was in fact a pseudo physical robot occupying a virtual universe. And that the data for this universe was in his own DNA, which is in fact a quantum computer that has generated this representation of a physical Universe. And which I’ve been writing about for the last 35 years.

Recall Zarathustra’s words that he emphasises are coming from within him: Then a voice cried from me: ‘Bite! Bite! ‘Its head off! Bite!’ – thus a voice cried from me, my horror, my hate, my disgust, my pity, all my good and evil cried out of me with a single cry.

Solve for me the riddle that I saw, interpret to me the vision of the most solitary man! For it was a vision and a premonition: what did I see in allegory? And who is it that must come one day? Who is the shepherd into whose mouth the snake thus crawled? Who is the man into whose throat all that is heaviest, blackest will thus crawl? The shepherd, however, bit as my cry had advised him; he bit with a good bite! He spat far away the snake’s head – and sprang up. No longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being, surrounded with light, laughing! Never yet on earth had any man laughed as he laughed!

I guess this means that I’m actually the shepherd and you are my flock of sheep. So that would make me also the man who must come one day i.e. the Messiah (if you are wondering how to address me I answer to simple Messiah) and the man into whose throat all that is heaviest will thus crawl… Well there’s no prizes for guessing who that is. And also I’m the one that spat far away the snake’s head. I’m no longer a shepherd, no longer a man – a transformed being surrounded with light laughing. Never yet on earth had any man laughed as I have laughed.

Well I guess I have done my fair share of laughing in my time. And of course I’m a transformed being surrounded with light, I’m a technological masterpiece, as are you all, as are the trillions and trillions of individual ‘living’ pseudo physical robots that occupy this representation of a physical world.

O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now! Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Well if you want to know who the me is, that is now consumed with this longing for laughter – it could be Nietzsche himself or it could be this man from the Blissful Islands who had gone on board the ship at the same time as Zarathustra who had loosened Zarathustra’s tongue simply through his eagerness to listen to him and who does not want to live without danger. To him and his fellow shipmates did Zarathustra share this riddle that he saw – the vision of the most solitary man. In fact the me must be the Man from the Blissful Islands because he likes to take long journeys and does not want to live without danger. One would expect therefore that he was actually able to interpret Zarathustra’s vision and solved his riddle, and now knew that there would be eternal representations of him as he is successively cloned from his own DNA.

Striding mute over the mocking clatter of pebbles, trampling the stones that made it slip: thus my foot with effort forced itself upward. Upward – despite the spirit that drew it downward, drew it towards the abyss, the Spirit of Gravity, my devil and archenemy. Upward – although he sat upon me, half dwarf, half mole; crippled, crippling; pouring lead-drops into my ear, leaden thoughts into my brain. ‘O Zarathustra,’ he said mockingly, syllable by syllable, ‘you stone of wisdom! You have thrown yourself high, but every stone that is thrown must – fall!

‘O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown – must fall! ‘Condemned by yourself and to your own stone-throwing: O Zarathustra, far indeed have you thrown your stone, but it will fall back upon you!’

Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and he long continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone!

So it would seem that Zarathustra himself is this loneliest man on account of this ‘dwarf’ called Gravity that was oppressing him and apparently giving inanimate objects mass. And no matter how far he throws his stone it will always fall back upon him.

But there is something in him that he calls courage: it has always destroyed every discouragement in him. This courage at last bade him stop and say: ‘Dwarf! You! Or I!’ For courage is the best destroyer – courage that attacks: for in every attack there is a triumphant shout. Man, however, is the most courageous animal: with his courage he has overcome every animal. With a triumphant shout he has even overcome every pain; human pain, however, is the deepest pain. Courage also destroys giddiness at abysses: and where does man not stand at an abyss? Is seeing itself not – seeing abysses? Courage is the best destroyer: courage also destroys pity. Pity, however, is the deepest abyss: as deeply as man looks into life, so deeply does he look also into suffering. Courage, however, is the best destroyer, courage that attacks: it destroys even death, for it says: ‘Was that life? Well then! Once more!’ But there is a great triumphant shout in such a saying. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

We are all supposed to rejoice in the fact that we are going to be successively cloned, and will live an infinite number of identical lifetimes. Yippee! No I mean it. YIPPEE!

So it seems that Zarathustra came to an abyss and evidently he thought he could just walk on thin air, but then this dwarf called Gravity informed him in no uncertain terms that if he tried to walk on air he would drop like a stone. This magical potion that gives inanimate and animate objects mass. It’s magical see because in this vision that Zarathustra was having as the loneliest man because the dwarf would not open up on this secret of gravity, and he therefore couldn’t share it with his auditors. However he says that (wo)man (remember Nietzsche wrote this more than a century ago when people weren’t quite as PC as we are today) is the most courageous animal. He is not now talking about himself rather he is generalizing on (wo)mankind. And he thinks their courage will help them through coming to terms with the fact that this is a virtual universe and that gravity is therefore a fake force, just like the centrifugal force. Refer to my book featured on this website, The Spiritual Genome.

Then he Zarathustra aka the loneliest man, really on account of the fact that he is in on the secret of gravity, that it’s a phony force, but he is precluded from sharing it with wo(mankind). Then Zarathustra seems to express pity for (wo)mankind for their suffering in this representation, but expects that they will face with courage the prospect of an infinite number of representations to come. (you see I use ‘representation’ to describe the virtual universe as well as the pseudo physical robots that occupy it. It is all just one gargantuan representation, and this is why the shepherd had the courage to bite down real hard on that piece of vine  of the Knowledge of the Wonders of Quantum Computing winding around the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

According to Jewish mythology, in the Garden of Eden there is a tree of life or the “tree of souls” that blossoms and produces new souls, which fall into the Gulf, the Treasury of Souls. The Angel Gabriel reaches into the treasury and takes out the first soul that comes into his hand. Then Lailah, the Angel of Conception, watches over the embryo until it is born.

Because after all this shepherd had to bite down on a completely new conception of what his soul might constitute and where it might be located. See my article on this website Inner Self Located. He had to accept that his soul or Inner Self was located in the embryo brain region of the brain, the so-called reptilian part of the brain, and that when (s)he dies h(er)(is) data about h(is)(er) soul and long-term memories are stored in his DNA.

In addition, of course, not the Shepherd himself, but a goodly quantity of his flock of sheep, professed themselves to be proud Christians, but who were in fact worshipping manna and the Anti-Christ, and the shepherd was anticipating that this new knowledge that he was biting down on with such courage on behalf of all (wo)mankind was likely to lead to rambunctiousness from some of his prized rams as well as many of his cherished (in a mercenary sense) ewes.

But as Zarathustra relates, the shepherd bit down real hard on that fact as well, and in fact had a real good laugh about it.

I expect that it was Nietzsche himself is the narrator of this discourse. He obviously heard this account  second hand from the man from the Blissful Islands who had heard Zarathustra speak to him and his fellow shipmates. And this is still Zarathustra speaking in the first person about his vision as the loneliest man. Notwithstanding the fact that he knows about the secret of gravity, he still had reservations about this notion of eternal recurrence of one’s soul via cloning of the DNA. That long terrible lane might be if we are re-cloned in one of the dictatorships – Russia, China, USA or North Korea.

And if all things have been here before: what do you think of this moment, dwarf? Must not this gateway, too, have been here – before? ‘And are not all things bound fast together in such a way that this moment draws after it all future things? Therefore – draws itself too? ‘For all things that can run must also run once again forward along this long lane. ‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations.

I will have more to say about this gateway in another post, as will I on Nietzsche’s conception of a ‘moment’ of time.

So then he relates that he heard the howling of a dog that recalled firstly to Zarathustra his childhood when he had heard a dog howling like that, and then drew him to the edge of a precipice where a man was lying.

‘And this slow spider that creeps along in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and I and you at this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things – must we not all have been here before? ‘– and must we not return and run down that other lane out before us, down that long, terrible lane – must we not return eternally?’ Thus I spoke, and I spoke more and more softly: for I was afraid of my own thoughts and reservations. Then, suddenly, I heard a dog howling nearby. Had I ever heard a dog howling in that way? My thoughts ran back. Yes! When I was a child, in my most distant childhood: – then I heard a dog howling in that way. And I saw it, too, bristling, its head raised, trembling in the stillest midnight, when even dogs believe in ghosts: – so that it moved me to pity. For the full moon had just gone over the house, silent as death, it had just stopped still, a round glow, still upon the flat roof as if upon a forbidden place: that was what had terrified the dog: for dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. And when I heard such howling again, it moved me to pity again. Where had the dwarf now gone? And the gateway? And the spider? And all the whispering? Had I been dreaming? Had I awoken? All at once I was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight. But there a man was lying! And there! The dog, leaping, bristling, whining; then it saw me coming – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help?

I am not real sure what Zarathustra is driving at here with the full moon going over the house with a flat roof, silent as death, and then stopping still, a round glow that spooked the dog. and recalled his childhood which moved him to pity again, because there as well he had come across a dog howling similarly at midnight, a time when even dogs believe in thieves and ghosts. I’m going to call this the sort of nonsensical material you would expect to find in a dream, but in any event it is clear that Zarathustra was filled with some sense of dread or foreboding, I expect for the future of the human race and the concept of eternal recurrence of representations. Then he finds himself standing at the edge of a precipice which would appear to be some sort of metaphor that the hu(wo)man race is balanced on a knife edge.  He was standing between wild cliffs, alone, desolate in the most desolate moonlight. But there a man was lying! And there! The fact that it was midnight and was the witching hour when ghosts prowl. Again a foreboding that the hu(wo)man race had come to some sort of crossroads, where a fall could be on the cards.

It would seem that there were at least two men lying on the edge of this cliff which probably symbolizes the whole hu(wo)man race. The fact that he actually heard the dog raising the pitch of it’s howl to crying out in terror probably indicates that the dog saw the seriousness of (wo)mankind’s predicament even if these comatosed (wo)men didn’t. – then it howled again, then it cried out – had I ever heard a dog cry so for help? A dog by the way is wo(man)’s best friend.

And then Zarathustra proceeds to recount his vision of the shepherd biting down hard on the snake.

O my brothers, I heard a laughter that was no human laughter – and now a thirst consumes me, a longing that is never stilled. My longing for this laughter consumes me: oh how do I endure still to live! And how could I endure to die now!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Well frankly call me a super ego if you like, but I rather think this last passage is aimed at me. I am after all the purveyor of this Knowledge of Good and Evil as well as the Wondrous Things You Can Do with A Quantum Computer that is going to send hu(wo)manity into a tailspin. I’ve got this longing for this laughter that God and I are going to experience when I rejoin Him as Spirit in our DNA, as well as anticipating the most brilliant sitcom of all watching the high jinks of the hu(wo)man race going forward.

And in addition to all that, I am in fact dying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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