…not only is the union between man and man reaffirmed, but nature which has become alienated, hostile, or subjugated, celebrates once more her reconciliation with her lost prodigal son, man. Freely, earth proffers her gifts, and peacefully the beasts of prey of the rocks and desert approach. The chariot of Dionysus is covered with flowers and garlands; panthers and tigers walk under its yoke. Transform Beethoven’s “Hymn to Joy” into a painting; let your imagination conceive the multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck — then you will approach the Dionysian. Now the slave is a free man; now all the rigid , hostile barriers that necessity, caprice or “impudent convention” have fixed between man and man are broken. Now, with the gospel of universal harmony, each one feels himself not only united, reconciled, and fused with his neighbour, but as one with him, as if the veil of mãyã had been torn aside and were now merely fluttering in tatters before the mysterious primordial unity. —–
—- The youthful 28 year old Nietzsche gives us the birth of our Tragedy. The blissfully blutulant narcissistic nihilism of cataclysmic corportism in which our animal species wriggles and spasms. Yet with our Tragedy in the biosphere comes rebirth; like the Haida’s Raven our Tragedy’s trick gives us new birth. The historical tragedy is the great irony of historical repetition. The Charm of the Dionysian will be the orgiastic kickoff from the depths of our Tragedy. In Dionysus we will “reaffirm” our union with our ecological biosphere: Our Raven in the night will save this Prodigal Son. We the people must #deconstruct #debt so that the slave is a free man and all the hostil barriers that necessity, caprice or “impudent convention” have fixed between man and man are broken. This Dionysian age we descend into is the decimation of Capitalism and Fascism with the reawakening Epiphainein of ****| An anti-ism | A self resistant-ism | An anarchistic decentralized orgiastic unity. The goal is decentralized unity. The polemic copulation between Apollo and Dionysus. Dreams and Intoxication. Sculptures and Music. —–
—– Indeed, we philosophers and “free spirits” feel, when we hear the news that “the old god is dead,” as if a new dawn shone on us; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, promotions, expectation. At long last the horizon appears free to us again, even if it should not be bright at long last our ships may venture out again, venture out to face any danger; all the darling of the lover of knowledge is permitted again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; perhaps there has never yet been such an “open sea.”
#DeConstruct all #-isms-Meta_Narratives
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