Bill wrote:
> *Hemidactylus* wrote:
> >> [...]
> > You’ve been the one beating a horse here and that was his final straw.
> So, like all sophomoric misunderstanders of Nietzsche, you merely cite his
> name with no idea of what he might be talking about.
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In order to vindicate the dignity of such a leader's
position for Socrates, too, it is enough to recognize
in him a type of existence unheard of before him: the
type of the theoretical man whose significance and aim it
is our next task to try to understand. Like the artist,
the theoretical man finds an infinite delight in whatever
exists, and this satisfaction protects him against the
practical ethics of pessimism with its Lyncaeus eyes that
shine only in the dark. Whenever the truth is uncovered,
the artist will always cling with rapt gaze to what still
remains covering even after such uncovering; but the
theoretical man enjoys and finds satisfaction in the
discarded covering and finds the highest object of his
pleasure in the process of an ever happy uncovering that
succeeds through his own efforts.
There would be no science if it were concerned only
with that one nude goddess and with nothing else.
For in that case her devotees would have to feel like
men who wanted to dig a hole straight through the earth,
assuming that each of them realized that even if he
tried his utmost, his whole life long, he would only be
able to dig a very small portion of this enormous depth,
and even that would be filled in again before his own
eyes by the labors of the next in line, so a third
person would seem to do well if he picked a new spot
for his drilling efforts. Now suppose someone proved
convincingly that the goal of the antipodes cannot be
reached in this direct manner: who would still wish to
go on working in these old depths, unless he had learned
meanwhile to be satisfied with finding precious stones
or discovering laws of nature?
Therefore Lessing, the most honest theoretical man,
dared to announce that he cared more for the search
after truth than for truth itself--and thus revealed
the fundamental secret of science, to the astonishment,
and indeed the anger, of the scientific community.
["If God had locked up all truth in his right hand, and
in his left the unique, ever-live striving for truth,
albeit with the addition that I should always and
eternally err, and he said to me, 'Choose!'--I should
humbly clasp his left hand, saying: 'Father, give!
Pure truth is after all for thee alone!'"--Gotthold
Ephraim Lessing (1729-81), Eine Duplik, 1778.] Beside
this isolated insight, born of an excess of honesty if
not of exuberance, there is, to be sure, a profound
illusion that first saw the light of the world in the
person of Socrates: the unshakable faith that thought,
using the thread of logic, can penetrate the deepest
abysses of being, and that thought is capable not only
of knowing being but even of correcting it. This sublime
metaphysical illusion accompanies science as an instinct
and leads science again and again to its limits at which
it must turn into art--which is really the aim of this
mechanism.
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