“I know my fate. One day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous-- a crisis without equal on earth, the most profound collision of conscience, a decision that was conjured up against everything that had been believed, demanded, hallowed so far. I am no man, I am no man, I am dynamite.”
- Ecce Homo, IV, 1.
What is the point in living if not for the purpose of attaining greatness? Man’s time on earth is so minute that in the span of 4.5 billion years, that the earth has been spinning on it’s axis, mankind takes up a small speck. It is undoubtedly loathsome that today, man has degenerated into a shell of his former self. He has become plagued with the idea of morality. Fear has taken hold of him. Everything strong, noble, and worthy has become associated with what is evil or “immoral”. No longer is individual ability glorified, but the sheeplike instinct, the “thou shalt” and the “thy brother’s keeper” mentality. No longer is glory, power and wealth considered worthy of virtue, but meekness, servitude, and humility. What ever happened to the men of Alexander, Caesar, and Napoleon’s caliber? Morality, that’s what happened. If one was to analyze the similarities these great men, or all great men for that matter, one would perceive that they were without scruples or ethics. Expediency, at all costs, without regard to society’s standard of right and wrong. What religion achieved has been the introduction of good and evil. Not only is this concept destructive, it is false and leads to decadence. There are no absolutes in nature. She suffers no animal nor species in her kingdom that cannot suffice to maintain itself. Those that are weak get destroyed regardless of moral inclinations. What is good and evil but a standard of virtues devised from another man imposed on the collective herd? At the current rate in which man continues to be exposed to this fallacy, sooner rather than