I've been on a Kierkegaard bender the last few weeks
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If you're a regular around here, you might or might not have noticed.
Many full moons ago, before I knew much about anything and declared myself a materialist atheist, Nietzsche was one of the first philosophers I discovered.
After devouring Beyond Good and Evil, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, The Genealogy of Morals, and (my favorite) Twilight of the Idols, I was committed.
Nietzsche's books spoke to my cynical side... the part that's suspicious of people that are always smiling, people that are too nice, and those people who seem to be everyone's friend.
After a decade of reading and thinking and expanding my worldview, I'm no longer a committed Nietzschean. These days, I'm content to use his harshest criticisms as reserve ordnance for those occasions when I need to carpet-bomb a utilitarian moral philosopher or a woke virtue-signaler into flaming oblivion.
Love him or hate him, nobody wrote about our present age of social media status-hustling and media pandering better than this brilliant well-moustached man from 19th century Germany.
Or so I thought.
But this isn't a post about Nietzsche... it's about how ideas fit into your life...