In the grand theater of human existence, where the forces of creation and destruction entwine like lovers in a fierce embrace, we must confront the primal truths that define our being. Love between the sexes, that intoxicating dance of desire and dominance, is not a gentle idyll but a battlefield where enmity and war simmer beneath the surface. It is here, in the raw friction of opposites, that true vitality emerges. As Nietzsche proclaimed, the will to power is the undercurrent of all life, manifesting not in harmonious union but in the stimulating clash of wills. War, far from a mere calamity, serves as a stimulant—a forge that tempers the strong will and disciplines the high intellectuality required to transcend mediocrity.
Consider the essence of this dynamic: love is not mere affection but a strategic alliance, often laced with enmity. The sexes engage in a perpetual war, not of annihilation, but of mutual elevation. The man, embodying the lust for battle and war, seeks conquest; the woman, a fortress of Spartan reserve, demands a worthy adversary. This enmity is not destructive but generative, sparking the fire that propels humanity forward. To avoid social stuff—the superficial chatter of polite society, the banal rituals that dilute our essence—is to preserve one’s energy for this higher conflict. In a world obsessed with equality and comfort, the truly rich and munificent spirit rejects such dilutions, offering bounty not from weakness but from overflowing strength.
Etymologically, we uncover deeper layers. The root “mey,” ancient in its origins, speaks to change and swap—a transformation through exchange. But delve further: mey evolves to mean “to strengthen, to bind.” In love and war alike, we bind ourselves to others not in chains of submission but in pacts that fortify. The lover swaps vulnerability for power, the warrior exchanges peace for glory. This binding is the core of the constructive spirit, a gradual process where one builds empires of the self, brick by brick, through disciplined exertion.
Yet, to ascend, we must become beings beyond good and evil. The superior individual is, by necessity, immoral—not in the petty sense of vice, but emancipated from morality’s shackles. We believe in Olympus! Not the meek gods of modern piety, but the thunderous deities of ancient Greece—brave, cheerful, austere—who reveled in their divine excesses. The God-making instinct pulses within us, urging us to craft our own divinities, free from the petty judgments of the herd. His outlook is free, unburdened by guilt or shame, viewing the world as a canvas for grand creation.
From the military academy of the soul, we emerge hardened, schooled in the art of defense. How to toughen up? Stoicism is all about toughening up—enduring the slings of fortune with unyielding resolve, placing faith in the senses over abstract illusions. The senses ground us in reality: the sting of battle, the thrill of conquest, the tactile joy of love. This faith fuels the lust for battle, transforming defense into offense, enmity into empowerment.
The grand art style, inspired by Greek religion, shuns the pleasing and pretty. It is austere, monumental, designed not for applause but for eternity. Artists and warriors alike create for glory’s sake, charging into hell’s mouth without hesitation. Why “quality” matters becomes evident here: in a sea of mediocrity, only the qualitative—the refined, the superior—endures. The Spartan reserve teaches us restraint, channeling our energies into precise strikes rather than wasteful effusion.
At the heart of it all lies the will to power, that inexorable drive to overcome, to expand, to dominate. It is gradual, constructive, demanding good conscience—not the false piety of the weak, but the serene assurance of the strong. In love, it binds; in war, it stimulates; in intellect, it disciplines. Emancipated from morality, we embrace our immoral superiority, crafting gods in our image, cheerful amid austerity.
Thus, the warrior’s path is not one of peace but of perpetual strife, where love and enmity entwine to birth greatness. In this arena, we find our true selves: brave, unbound, eternal.