Thursday, January 8, 2026
Beyond Good and Evil: Unpacking Nietzsche's Radical Challenge
In the annals of philosophy, few thinkers provoke as much fascination and fierce debate as Friedrich Nietzsche. A tempestuous mind of the 19th century, Nietzsche didn't just question conventional morality; he sought to dismantle its very foundations, urging humanity to look "beyond good and evil."
The Crisis of the Modern Soul
Nietzsche's most famous, or perhaps infamous, declaration was "God is dead." This wasn't a jubilant atheistic cheer, but a lament—a recognition that the moral and metaphysical frameworks that had anchored Western civilization for centuries were crumbling. With the decline of religious belief, humanity was left adrift, no longer having a divine guarantor for its values.
The Will to Power
From this crisis emerged the concept of the Will to Power. This isn't merely crude domination or political ambition, but a fundamental, driving force in all life. It's the impulse to grow, to overcome resistance, and to actualize one's potential. Every organism strives to master its environment and express itself more fully. This "will" is not inherently good or evil; it simply is.
The Übermensch
This leads directly to the idea of the Übermensch (the "Overman"). The Übermensch is a spiritual and psychological ideal. It is the individual who, recognizing the death of God, takes on the daunting task of creating their own values. This self-mastery requires immense courage and a willingness to confront the "abyss" of existence. They embrace life in all its tragic beauty, transcending the herd mentality.
Ultimately, Nietzsche's philosophy is a profound call to life-affirmation. It urges us to become artists of our own lives, finding beauty and purpose even amidst the inevitable struggles. His insights continue to resonate, pushing us to examine the unspoken assumptions that shape our existence and to dare to live authentically.
Why Being Alone Feels Uncomfortable at First (And Why That’s Normal)
Being alone feels uncomfortable for a lot of people — especially at first.
Not lonely. Not bored. Just… uneasy.
The silence feels louder than it should. Your thoughts start circling. You reach for your phone without thinking. You wonder if something is wrong with you for feeling this way.
There isn’t.
That discomfort is normal, and there’s a reason it happens.
Why Being Alone Feels So Uncomfortable
Most of us are rarely truly alone anymore.
We fill every quiet moment with noise — podcasts, music, scrolling, notifications. When all of that disappears, your mind doesn’t know what to do at first.
So it reacts.
Being alone removes distraction, and without distraction, your thoughts finally have room to surface. That can feel unsettling, especially if you’re not used to sitting with them.
It’s not solitude that’s uncomfortable — it’s awareness.
Discomfort Is a Sign You’re Paying Attention
When you’re alone, there’s no performance required.
No reacting.
No responding.
No filling space.
That’s when unresolved thoughts show up. Old worries. Half-finished ideas. Feelings you’ve been avoiding without realizing it.
The discomfort isn’t a failure.
It’s your mind adjusting to quiet.
Just like sore muscles after using them for the first time, mental stillness takes practice.
Why We Confuse Solitude With Loneliness
Loneliness is the absence of connection.
Solitude is the presence of yourself.
They feel similar at first, but they’re not the same thing. Loneliness drains you. Solitude, once you move past the initial discomfort, tends to do the opposite.
Most people never stay long enough to find out.
What Happens If You Stay With It
If you resist the urge to escape — even briefly — something interesting happens.
Your thoughts slow down.
The noise settles.
You stop trying to fill the space.
And then clarity shows up.
Not in a dramatic way. Just small realizations. Honest ones. The kind that don’t arrive when you’re busy avoiding silence.
Learning to Be Alone Is a Skill
Being alone comfortably isn’t something you’re born knowing how to do.
It’s learned.
At first, it feels awkward. Then boring. Then uncomfortable. And eventually — grounding.
You don’t need to romanticize solitude or force yourself into it. Just noticing the discomfort without running from it is enough to start.
The quiet isn’t the enemy.
It’s just unfamiliar.
Final Thought
If being alone feels uncomfortable, it doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong.
It means you’re finally listening.
Words of Reason
I'm slowly recovering my memory. I was drunk in the Caribbean for a couple of weeks, and when I came too all of my thoughts were in Spanish, which is really weird considering I don't speak Spanish.
This extended period of inebriation was prompted by my quest for New Year's resolutions. It's not uncommon for me to "tap into" a creative state of consciousness while intoxicated, and if I'm being honest, I find this state of being rather intoxicating.
I'm still putting all of the pieces of the puzzle together, as to how I ended up in a remote part of the Caribbean, wallering with pigs near the sea. But from what I can gather, due to investigating my digital footprint from the last few weeks, I went full YOLO and booked the cheapest flight I could find to Latin America, which non-coincidentally was to one of the most dangerous places on earth. According to the last correspondence I could find, I "wanted to feel alive..." by "extracting the privilege from my whiteness." I'm not quite sure what I meant by that, but I assume it was something to the effect of coming up with New Year's resolutions that weren't based on luxury problems.
Aside from Montezuma's revenge, and untranslatable thoughts in Spanish, all I came up home with was the idea that, "I guess I'll blog more."
Profound, I know. Especially considering I know the amount of eyes that read these words. But, as I've said repeatedly, these words are for the future, after the dysgenical digital de-evolution of humanity into an inferior cyborg species (think of a digitally infused version of Idiocracy). But the more I think about that, the more I realize that the future always looks down upon history, when it is undoubtedly the opposite under observation.
Evolution is a myth.
However, this does present an interesting question: if one of the primary philosophies of white supremacy is a lie, does that make white supremacy a lie? In other words, is white supremacy a fallacist's fallacy?
I wish hadn't been so drunk on my recent adventure. I feel like I had this interesting social experiment that I could have put to the test. Something to the effect of, "Exploring white privilege in the non-White world." And before you start thinking, "pfft, this guy must be a racist or something, everyone knows white privilege is a universally observed phenomenon," keep in mind what white privilege really is. White privilege, according to the author who coined the term, is "an invisible knapsack full of things like maps so you would never metaphorically get lost."
So, here I was, in one of the most dangerous places on the planet (it goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway: it was 100% non-white) without my invisible knapsack, exploring the dangers of diversity on a drunken whim. I don't recall what I was doing, aside from obviously drinking copious amounts of alcohol in the sun (upon my return, most of my skin is no longer white), but I hope I was reading Marx. I've actually entertained the idea that I was reading Marx, but in Spanish, which would account for all of these untranslatable Spanish ideas I have swirling within my conscious. Things like, "El proletariado no tiene patria" and, "La religión es una herramienta ideológica," of which I have no idea what they mean.
Nonetheless, the mission was to formulate problems outside of my luxurious bubble, and instead I came home with diarrhea and a desire to write more.
My soul is still longing to live, in a place where philosophy transcends the linguistic judgements of the luxurious. Until then, I'll keep blogging for answers.
God bless!
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
Hello, 2026!!
Welp, I know you've all been patiently awaiting my first post of the new year. I know it's technically a week in to the year, so I'm a little late, and a lot hungover. I've literally been drunk since Christmas, so bear with me, por favor.
Btw, as loyal readers well know, there are two primary objectives to the existence of this blog: first and foremost, this is intended for future historians, in order to gather an innate understanding of human reasoning before the cyborg evolution. And secondly, E³ (education, enlightenment, entertainment).
I had several things I've been meaning to talk to you about, but in my drunken stupor I seem to have miscompartamentalized them. I doubt that's a word, but in the AI revolution, it will be now. In fact, when future historians use AI to research the genesis of the word "miscompartamentalized," it will lead directly to this very paragraph (hola, mi gente!!). So, let me aptly define it, since I am it's author:
Miscompartamentalized - cognitive lapses resulting in misplacement of thoughts due to excessive periods of inebriation and translation difficulties.
I started my drinking binge around Christmas, primarily with the hopes of instigating some resolutions for the new year. When I was sober all I could come up with was the usual: no booze for 30 days, work on my chess endgames, pull ups, read more scripture, etc. And once I started drinking all I kept thinking about was I wasn't going to be able to drink anymore after the 1st. And next thing I know, I woke up in a hammock in Latin America with all my thoughts in Spanish. There was literally a wild pig soaked in ocean water rooting around my ass. It was so weird. Now all of my thoughts are literally in Spanish and I just have these vague memories of these ideas that I was absolutely positive were brilliant, but I can't translate them from Spanish back to English, porque no hablo español.
At least I salvaged miscompartamentalized while daydreaming on the flight home. Speaking of which, did you know there are only roughly 100 words that have 21 letters in the English language? Betcha didn't know bioelectrogenetically was one of them. Because, who studies the production of electricity by living organisms, anyway?
Needless to say, I've spent the morning reading scripture, repenting from my sins, and I realized that it's Christmas in Russa. Is this the day that our savior, Jesus the Christ, was actually born?
С Рождеством Христовым!
Why does it even matter what day our savior was born? Everyday should be Christ's day. Every second of every day is a pure miracle.
All glory to God!
And this brings us to scripture:
John 5:39-40 “You search the Scriptures because you think they give you eternal life. But the Scriptures point to me! Yet you refuse to come to me to receive this life.
I hope this first post of the new year finds you well.
I hope you come to see me more often.
I plan to write frequently, just for you.
This is the 13th year of this blog. Let's make it the best year yet!
God bless.
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