842
But an enormous power is the general powerlessness, which rules over all public and private relations, over art and science, and designates everyone who unveils it and refutes it through the deed as a traitor and inhuman. Say it once, that you see in nature nature and nothing but nature, in humanity humanity and nothing but humanity, that you regard natural phenomena as natural phenomena, take, cultivate and live through all human relations as human, that you love and cultivate art as art, science as science, that you satisfy all your needs from nature, from yourselves, from the treasure of history and from the inexhaustible spring which flows from contact with humanity, say it and that powerlessness will fall into fury and rage against you. What? it will say, beyond nature you do not direct your glance upwards, you believe that humanity suffices itself, you want to regard art and science not only as servants of the Highest? What? that lack of courage heats itself further, nature without its creator is for you not a mere clod of earth, humanity without its lord is for you not a mere nothing, art and science, if they want to emancipate themselves from religion, are for you not the inventions of the devil? Nature, finally concludes this powerless fury, is nothing but the mould of decay, man without his lord an animal which, after a series of unhappy deceptions, experiences the last deception that it collapses unsatisfied, art and science, if they want to be nothing but art and science, are nothing but appearance and lie. After this fury of destruction has spent itself against everything that exists in heaven and on earth and has trampled everything, the noblest and best, underfoot, it speaks in the opium-intoxication of its destruction-mania of a future state where everything has become new, or rather, where a quite new, now quite unthinkable, a nature which is not nature, a humanity which is not humanity, is created, i.e., where the nothing rules into which it has plunged everything real.
[Notes for 842 here]