“Postmodernism is incredulity towards metanarratives.”– Jean-Francois Lyotard
As a kid you don’t know Louis Vuitton from Armani, Zegna from Gucci, Dolce from Calvin Klein. You do know that the kid blowing bubbles outside the park probably has the best job ever. You don’t know that he’s never going to get every toy Toys ‘r’ Us ever sold. You don’t know he won’t get to go to high school and prep school and get the best education there is.But looking at him, then and there, you imagine he’s got the best job in the World. No beginnings or ends or morals to this story. Like most, it just is.
When Zarathustra had said these words he became silent, like one who has not yet said his last word; long he weighed his staff in his hand, lost in doubt. At last he spoke thus, and the tone of his voice had changed.Now I go alone, my disciples. You too go now, alone. Thus I want it. Verily, I counsel you: go away from me and resist Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he deceived you.One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day? Beware, lest a statue slay you.You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra? You are my believers – but what matter all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves: and you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little.Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you. Verily, my brothers, with different eyes shall I then seek my lost ones; with a different love shall I then love you.And once again you shall become my friends and the children of a single hope – and then shall I be with you the third time, that I may celebrate the great noon with you.And that is the great noon when man stands in the middle of his way between beast and the overman, and celebrates his way to the evening as his highest hope for it is the way to a new morning.Then will he who goes under bless himself for being the one who goes over and beyond; and the sun of his knowledge will stand at high noon for him.‘Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live!’ – on that great noon, let this be our last will.Thus spoke Zarathustra.– Also sprach Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche