It was “that” kinda morning when you get up at 3:30 a.m. to get some work done on your computer because you are in the throes (translated violent pain and struggle) of the Christmas holidays and you have to pack the car because you are leaving in two and one-half hours only to find that your wireless trackpad is frozen. So, you use two other devices to figure out how to unfreeze your trackpad without a trackpad. You try all those ways, but nothing works so you decide, since you have had two cups of coffee and are already wired, just to read something until you can get a wired mouse and until everybody else wakes up.
Then you write this paragraph and realize that forty years from now in the remote possibility that a young adult would read it, he probably won’t even know what a trackpad or a mouse is though he might have some faint memory of those things, but he will probably still know and need coffee.
Nietzsche fell apart.
So you open a Kindle book (sorry future person) that you started a year ago on vacation, but took a vacation from and reread Nietzsche who said “God is dead.” Nietzsche doubted whether … “a philosopher is even capable of having ‘final and true’ opinions.” He said that at the back of every philosophy …
a deeper cave is lying, is bound to lie – a wider, stranger, richer world behind every surface, an abyss beneath his every depth, and beneath his every abyss an inmost depth. … Every philosophy also conceals a philosophy; every opinion is also a hiding-place; every word is also a mask (Beyond Good and Evil).
You learn that Nietzsche’s philosophy, because of his insistence on fractured thought (fractured like Picasso’s Man with a Pipe painting), cannot be a coherent theory, but, regardless of his opposition, is a theory nevertheless. You feel insane for a moment and remember that Nietzsche really was. Then you learn that the two root words in theory – theion and oraio translate to a vision of the divine which Nietzsche did not have. At this point you know why his thought was fractured since you know you cannot know how you know anything unless someone who knows everything can explain it to you. You also realize that you is not you at all but me = I.
People’s worlds fall apart.
I decide that the hour I still have left before the rush to pack begins would be better spent reading a young-adult novel written by a contemporary writer, since, right now, I am thinking I may want to write for that age-group, and it would be practical to read something youngfully adult. I decide to leave Nietzsche alone and let him deconstruct himself for a while longer.
Young post-modern adults living in 2017 whose thoughts have been fractured by Nietzsche’s hammer, I reason (just as a romanticist would) may not know that such a thing as grace exists and so I can’t rely on Flannery O’Connor for help.
A couple of pages into the contemporary book, I realize that Nietzsche’s hammer got to the young adult writer too, whose main character – longing for wholeness and logic as she did, fought against none other than Jesus Christ, the very only person who could deliver anything whole and logically. Instead she settled for “changing truth” which of course is no truth at all.
Jesus holds everything together.
“Tell me the Story of Jesus,” my old-fashioned Flannery brain screams at me sing-song-style. He is the Creator of ALL THINGS – even the invisible ones. Believe and see. See and believe. This mystery was hidden for ages, but it has been revealed to you. He is the truth.
Crazy men and sane men see strange and rich worlds behind ordinary words. Crazy men think these worlds exist only in your head. Sane men know they don’t.
How do sane men know this?
The only way they can – for God in his Bible tells them so.
Fact: There is this frustrating malfunctioning trackpad reality.
Fact: There is the wondrous invisible reality that we don’t see and it really is just as real. (Revealed Secret: There is really only one reality – diversity in simplicity and all that you know, so let’s just call the visible and invisible dimensions of reality.)
Fact: You and I live in both dimensions.
Fact: There is future reality too, which is another real dimension, where we will both live one day.
Fact: You can’t make up the future. I can’t either. God already did and he will not change his mind. He sits in the heavens and did and does what he pleases.
There is good, and there is evil, and God decides which is which. You can try to judge for yourself without his opinion, but it won’t do you any good since Jesus, in bigger opposition than you can imagine to Nietzsche’s little hammer, holds everything together.
The truth may sound strange at first, but it cannot be altered. Even if you cannot see it, it is still there standing unwavering and tall over you, not with Nietzsche’s hammer but with The Judge’s gavel that will come down only once for or against you.
God, who does not keep secrets forever, reveals some things to us so that we can know revealed things for sure. At Christmas time, he revealed himself. He told us that he was good and wise. He made the only way for the gavel to come down “good.”
Some wise men knew he told the truth and saw the glorious truth. Maybe you did too. You can tell for sure if you once saw his glory and have hope of seeing his glory one day future dimension.
Stop! Don’t Deconstruct!
Don’t be afraid! It won’t help. Don’t suppress the unalterable truth, and maybe, just maybe, you won’t deconstruct this Christmas or anything else.