What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, and crazier

From my post on Medium titled “Like Nietzsche, what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger…and crazier.

Shouldn’t kids be afraid of missiles? Shouldn’t adults be afraid?

Nietzsche said in his book Ecce Homo:

“What does not kill him makes him stronger.”

That sounds reasonable. It does seem that the more we experience these types of attacks, the less afraid of them we are. But there’s another side to the coin too: after writing Ecce Homo, Nietzsche went completely insane. So which is it: the more we experience terrifying experiences, the stronger we are? Or are we just crazier?

View story at Medium.com


All this war talk

Here’s what I think about all this war talk:

Wasn’t it just a few months ago that

“Wake up! It’s late!”

Someone else was bombing

“Where are your shoes?”

us? Between all the wars

“You’re gonna miss the bus!”

It’s hard to keep track

“Love you. Have a good day!”

of what happened, and when,

“Did you send the proposal yet?”

and how things turned

“Who’s our contact person for this project?”

out. But from what I can remember,

“Can you talk at 12?”

it wasn’t so bad.

“Oh no, you forgot your food?”

Or maybe I’m just getting used to

“This is a really cool new plugin.”

war. Or maybe

“What are you making for six meals on Rosh Hashana?”

life is too busy to think about it.

I read the news today, usual Middle East stuff, oh boy

Syria gasses its own citizens.

After (too) much deliberation, the international community (this time, the US) decides that’s some kind of red line. (Just bombing and shooting tens of thousands of your citizens to death: okey dokey. Gassing them to death: hemming, hawing…we think this might not be ok.)

As such, the US may or may not attack Syria at some point.

Syria’s response: In that case, we’re gonna attack Israel.

Well duh.