Violence-and-Power

It is always terrible to see how humanity, generation after generation, finds its greatest aspiration in war, murder, and destruction. In the annihilation of part of itself. One might say, “It’s not my fault. It’s the other who is my enemy, and therefore I must crush him like a poisonous plant.” This is the same argument used by Cain when questioned by Yahweh after spilling Abel’s blood, who gave the surprising answer, “Who made me my brother’s keeper? [Read More]

It seems that so-called political realism is in vogue, i.e., that there are no laws or rules to protect us, but that it is only important to know how to navigate the conflictual sea of reality, where nothing but force and power make sense. That men, after such a long journey, return to the club, the stone, and the machete is indicative of a regression to the devastating powers of instinct, but also of an intolerance towards what had been the liberal canon in recent years, made up of a dense web of rights, which, however, had been transformed into the garment that Deianira sent to Hercules, a garment soaked in the poison of Naxos. [Read More]

Those who go against justice are like wild beasts to other men. With sharp teeth and sweaty, shivering skin. The harshness of strong men, their animal nature, which nothing can stop because they are dominated by their passions, is that of The Genealogy of Morals, when Nietzsche states that evil birds love lambs, “because there is nothing more delicious than a tender lamb.” This principle of forced saturation of one’s own being, this revelry to the point of bursting, eating everything, digesting everything, destroying everything, could be mistaken by some unhappy people for some kind of greatness, like towering above ordinary mortals. [Read More]