Human, all Too Human: The Turin Horse and Cinematic Struggle to Survive

Year 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche was staying in Turin, probably for a short relaxation and most probably medicated his restive mind, which was insisted him tied up his solo-mind for the sake of his own self-solidarity and peace. Despite his denial to the Omnipotent Semitic God, his restless quest for permanently sterling Overman (Übermensch in German, that mean Superman, Superhuman, Hyperman etc.) and especially a closer conversation with his self-made ideal… Nietzsche was not normal mood in Turin. An inborn introvert and quizzical mind of the century was not normal at all, probably he was never being normal in his life. Commentator of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” troubled by his ill health and enigmatic feelings; melancholic lonesome and hostile attitude was frequently disturbing him on those days of Turin.

However, the business and cultural Centrum of North Italy was normal and animated in life just like previous days. The city was youthful by its jovial citizens, festive cultural activities, busy ship-traders and chirping hansom cabs. Nietzsche, assuredly stated far behind the jingle and rampage tone of city life. He stated alone, drowned his whimsical mind in divan as a lonely survivor. Yeah, the speaker of Overman enclosed himself very lonely, mystically envied and obviously aloof to the surface.

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Yonder reality made him manic to believe that human’s traditional belief and customary sagacity is not enough to medicate people’s suffering;…

He looked agitated and helpless himself, deeply disturbed by the uncertain act happened in front of his whimsical existence. Crowd was silent for the minute but the stubborn horse was standing still, ignored everything in its surface. It was very pathetic for Nietzsche that his rational mind just unable to motivate a domestic being moves forward. Beating trick of coachman already proved useless on that moment and now the knowledge trick seemed equally futile there moves a nature-created horse forward!

Only God knows why the horse denied moving further. Only He knows why Nietzsche acted like a lunatic, forgetting his social status and scholarly rational position. His landlord luckily was in crowd who take him home. Rest is pathetic. The great mind of modern century was sitting two days in his divan just speechless and silent, not feel any urge to talk with anybody.

History tells that, his self-operated rational machine was mutely sitting in divan muttering mother tongue in German, “Mutter, ich bin dumm!” which means, “Mother, I am stupid!” History also speaks, the great mind was alive for another ten years after the incident, but was alive in silent and demented; be stayed here for another ten years but out of connection to the world. Nietzsche’s mother and sister were the only communicator and caregiver in his ten years solitude.

Nietzsche is memorable for the quest of “God’s replacement”, for his incredible controversial desire to make new definition of Great, his self-made idealism and idolatry to the Overman. He is essential for his rhetoric and cynical stance to the orderly ordered society, and memorable for his emotional outburst to the society, and yet significant for his introvert pride and perversion. This man could criticize in many aspects; he could be criticized for his ambiguous obsession of Superhuman could analyze and discussed for the cynical metaphors he discovered to medicate the changeable morality of society bandaged human, and obviously, anybody could criticize him for his dual-standard platonic hope and remorse.

Yeah Nietzsche once climbed altitude and gets nothing for his serenity… there was No Leader, No Reformist, No Eminent, No Avatar, No God and even No Substance at all. None was substantial there that might consider preventive to medicate the fearful misery of life and existence indeed. There was no incarnate-human being in altitude who can guide humankind thinking them more effective than the transcribed God.

Nietzsche found none who can provoke self-oriented being that, human being self be the owner of his own self and he is the architect of his ultimate choice and freedom in life. Deprivation of majestic potential or grandeur provoked him build the self-imagined Great, who can stand on such a height where none could trouble him, from where he can see the indignation among mankind and able to medicate them with grand serenity.

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Hope is the last hope to survive, but it is tough to stand on hope when life being lackluster and tedious by hardship effort to ensure daily bread-and-butter.

Life is stagnant and boring there, where a tardy struggle against apocalyptic wind is only the reality, where silent faces depended on to the hope that this apocalypse will stop one day and life then back to its normal rhythm again. Hope is the last hope to survive, but it is tough to stand on hope when life being lackluster and tedious by hardship effort to ensure daily bread-and-butter. Millions of people in everyday and in everywhere are doing the same job against the hostile and apocalyptic sandy storm. Millions of them daily wait for the day with hope that sandy storm will stop one day and they will start a normal life again.

Bernard’s Monologue: Because everything’s in ruins, everything’s been degraded, but I could say that they’ve ruined and degraded everything. Because this is not some kind of cataclysm, coming about with so-called innocent human aid. On the contrary… It’s about man’s own judgment, his own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in. And whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine. Because, you see, the world has been debased. So it doesn’t matter what I say, because everything has been debased that they’ve acquired, and, since they’ve acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they’ve debased everything. 

Because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they’ve debased. This is the way it was until the final victory. Until the triumphant end. Acquire, debase, debase, acquire. Or I can put it differently if you’d like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase. It’s been going on like this for centuries. On, on and on. This and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on. Yet only in one way, like a rat attacks from ambush.

Because for this perfect victory, it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything that’s excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight. There shouldn’t be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side, meaning the disappearance of the excellent, the great, the noble. So that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth, and there isn’t a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them, because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs. Even things we think they can’t reach, but they do reach, are also theirs.

The heavens are already theirs, and theirs are all our dreams. Theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence. Even immortality is theirs, you understand? Everything, everything is lost forever! And those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way. They stopped at this point, and had to understand, and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods. And the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning. But, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it. They believed it and accepted it but they didn’t understand it. They just stood there, bewildered, but not resigned, until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them. And all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods. All at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad.

Then they saw and understood that, if this was so, then they themselves did not exist either! You see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out. Extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow. One was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor. Defeat, victory, defeat, victory. And one day, here in the neighborhood, I had to realize, and I did realize, that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth. Because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.

Come off it! That’s rubbish!

“Morning will become night,
“night will be at an end…”
The storm continues to rage outside,
the wind still sweeps relentlessly
across the land from the same direction,
but now there is nothing
in its path to obstruct it.
Only a great cloud of dust
whipped up by the wind
rushes recklessly forward,
bone-dry dust and the ravaging nothing
that the wind rolls before it
as it rages unbridled
over the barren land.

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