In Schopenhauer's Will and Idea, the will is something consciously chosen, to my understanding. It may or may not be well thought out, or even a thought itself, but an impulse towards some thing, some event, some desire or manifestation. It is directed. Thinking is not quite that solidified and unified towards a given end, nearly as much, as towards an understanding or discovery of what may be.
To form a will to .... takes a tremendous effort, while thinking only allows one to see others paths, without necessarily having to pick one. In science it is a little more direct towards an understanding, which is quite different.
But what am I doing here? The answer is that I am really a kindred spirit of Nietzsche who can't stand hypocrisy and when two or more are gathered in the name of some positive idea like the one I'm endorsing, it starts to decay and grow banal -- all ideas are banal it's only in the why what where when who how they incarnate that isn't, where what is literally old may in a new context be as new as new can be. In any case, like Nietzsche I'm a warrior only happy barging in where I'm not invited, ragging on something, in this case ragging on ragging itself, not generally, not ragging on the idea of ragging, but the ragging in that text here and now. Like Nietzsche I'm only happy tearing down the old, in this case Nietzsche, because the new is old the instant it's no longer new, apart from self-replenishing forms, such as works of art including guerrilla performances you never forget. For a philosopher to align what is uncertain with what is dispensable, as Nietzsche does in this passage, is to equate thought -- not the "thought" he is undermining but what he is doing to demonstrate how thought were it possible should be done -- with digital mental machinery, which has mastered winning rhetoric and histrionics, . How do we know we've been thinking? Thought is so real that it materializes. All this is a bitter pill to swallow, we had so hoped for more and more safety and control and to become more and more like and aligned with machines, not to turn around and run the other way as fast as our legs can carry us -- and by the way otherwise we won't be doing what the smartest ones tell us to do. They no more desire to do other than serve Bertie than Jeeves does and are here not to stop us from making messes, but only to help us clean them up.
In Schopenhauer's Will and Idea, the will is something consciously chosen, to my understanding. It may or may not be well thought out, or even a thought itself, but an impulse towards some thing, some event, some desire or manifestation. It is directed. Thinking is not quite that solidified and unified towards a given end, nearly as much, as towards an understanding or discovery of what may be.
To form a will to .... takes a tremendous effort, while thinking only allows one to see others paths, without necessarily having to pick one. In science it is a little more direct towards an understanding, which is quite different.
But what am I doing here? The answer is that I am really a kindred spirit of Nietzsche who can't stand hypocrisy and when two or more are gathered in the name of some positive idea like the one I'm endorsing, it starts to decay and grow banal -- all ideas are banal it's only in the why what where when who how they incarnate that isn't, where what is literally old may in a new context be as new as new can be. In any case, like Nietzsche I'm a warrior only happy barging in where I'm not invited, ragging on something, in this case ragging on ragging itself, not generally, not ragging on the idea of ragging, but the ragging in that text here and now. Like Nietzsche I'm only happy tearing down the old, in this case Nietzsche, because the new is old the instant it's no longer new, apart from self-replenishing forms, such as works of art including guerrilla performances you never forget. For a philosopher to align what is uncertain with what is dispensable, as Nietzsche does in this passage, is to equate thought -- not the "thought" he is undermining but what he is doing to demonstrate how thought were it possible should be done -- with digital mental machinery, which has mastered winning rhetoric and histrionics, . How do we know we've been thinking? Thought is so real that it materializes. All this is a bitter pill to swallow, we had so hoped for more and more safety and control and to become more and more like and aligned with machines, not to turn around and run the other way as fast as our legs can carry us -- and by the way otherwise we won't be doing what the smartest ones tell us to do. They no more desire to do other than serve Bertie than Jeeves does and are here not to stop us from making messes, but only to help us clean them up.