Princess Gaia meets Iambe – London
Random Dialogue at Speakers’ Corner
I gratefully bow to all listeners, who came by and were curious, what things, nature and the Planet might have to say. My special thanks goes to Sophie and Jane for being around.
In a deep bow,
Princess Gaia – Weimar
European School of Governance Annual Meeting 2019 – FUTURES
The Parable of the Madman and Gaia
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Parable of the Madman (1882)
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!” — As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? — Thus they yelled and laughed.
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him — you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how did we do this? How could we drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? Do we not need to light lanterns in the morning? Do we hear nothing as yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whoever is born after us — for the sake of this deed he will belong to a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time is not yet. This tremendous event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time; the light of the stars requires time; deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than most distant stars — and yet they have done it themselves.
It has been related further that on the same day the madman forced his way into several churches and there struck up his requiem aeternam deo. Led out and called to account, he is said always to have replied nothing but: “What after all are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchers of God?”
What was the intention of Friedrich Nietzsche? Was he in fear of a dramatic transformation of morality, which might happen to humankind in the future? What might have been his idea of the next big hurdle for human morality? The death of humanity, of the environment? Perhaps Nietzsche saw something coming already. During my investigation on the Internet, I came across a writing. Its title was: The Parable of the Madman – rewritten for Gaia. After reading it, I was sure, that Friedrich Nietzsche, indeed, set his marks for a yet unknown future:
Author Unknown, The Parable of the Madman – rewritten for Gaia (2018)
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek Gaia! I seek Gaia!” — As many of those who did not believe in Gaia were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? emigrated? — Thus they yelled and laughed.
The madman jumped into their midst and pierced them with his eyes. “Where has Gaia gone?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed her — you and I. All of us are her murderers. But how did we manage it? How could we have poisoned all the wide oceans? Who gave us the smog to blot out the horizon? What were we doing when we wasted the fossil fuels?
What can she do now? Where can we go? To new planets? Won’t we just crash again? Backwards; forwards lurching to all sides? Is there still up and down? Are we not stumbling to oblivion? Can we feel the cold breath of the vacuum? Has it become colder? The night is coming and then – more darkness? Do we need to burn our lights all day long? Can’t we hear the machines, which are burying the Earth? Can’t we smell the odour of decay? — even planets rot! Gaia is dead! She will stay dead! And we killed her!
How can we console ourselves, we murderer’s murderers? The most incredible thing that ever was, is bleeding out under our knives. Who will wash this blood off us? With which waters can we wash ourselves clean? What decadence and games can we invent? Isn’t the scale of this dreadful deed too much for us? How entitled must we be to justify ourselves? There was never a greater deed, and all those born after us will know that this deed sealed their fate.”
Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern on the ground, and it broke into pieces and went out. He looked at his dumbstruck audience. “I came too early, they do not understand yet, Thunder tails after lightning, even starlight must travel, deeds need time to be heard and understood. This deed is further away from them than the most distant stars and yet it is done”
It was further reported that the madman drove his way into several social network communities and raised his requiem aeternam gaia there. When he was called to account, he is said to have answered: “Who is Gaia now, is she only the cemetery of the environment, of life, and of nature?”
Julia Hayden – Medicinicum 2019 Lech Zürs
Die Zukunft von Mensch und Mutter Erde