Lost Dreams - Complete Version (12+ Minutes)

6 days ago by @candle

Liner Notes

#一sýƶýģý一 #ambient #nietzsche #philosophy #theantichrist #nihilism #übermensche #archive一dot一org #vocalsamples #hgfortune #fsm #loopcloud #wde #minimalism #jeskolabuzz #jeskola



I've been puttering away at this bit of a massive track for about a week now. I'm not 100% satisfied with it, maybe because I don't often do #minimalism because I'm always wanting to add "more stuff" to the soundscapes I create. This time, I reigned in that urge & kept things relatively simple. Sound sources for this one consist of HG Fortune's Avatar ST & Silver Orbit VSTi's, an FSM ArpMan (Native Buzz Machine), as well as a sample from Loopcloud. The vocal is taken from the audiobook reading of Freidrich Nietzsche's The Antichrist, available on archive.org. It's played back via WDE's Audio Block (Native Buzz Machine).

I have decided to release this in four parts, as well as the complete 12+ minute track at the end for all to enjoy in whatever way they prefer. This is the complete song.

Nietzsche. Probably the most misunderstood, misinterpreted, & misrepresented Philosopher in History. His ideas were twisted by the Nazis (which he would have been angry about, as he was completely against Antisemitism - something that was the origin of his beef with Wagner) thanks, in part, to the ideas of his sister. But when you actually dig deep into what he says on a fundamental level, he not only makes one think, but urges all of Humanity to be better. In the words of his infamous character Zarathustra: "Mankind is something to be overcome!" I don't think there are many other thinkers who have looked at our modern world & given us a more hopeful path to finding our purpose & happiness in this life.

Tho, I don't agree with him 100%, he has had a massive influence on my own philosophy.

See You In The Shadows…

GEAR
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Jeskola Buzz Build 1503
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Lyrics

Part I - Preface
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This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. It is possible that they may be among those who understand my “Zarathustra”: how could I confound myself with those who are now sprouting ears? —First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are bom posthumously.

The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me— I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. he must be accustomed to living on mountain tops —and to looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him. He must have become indifferent; he must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality to him. . . . He must have an inclination, bom of strength, for questions that no one has the courage for; the courage for the forbidden; predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard. And the will to economize in the grand manner—to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm. . . . Reverence
for self; love of self; absolute freedom of self. . . .

Very well, then! of that sort only are my readers, my true readers, my readers foreordained: of what account are the rest?—The rest are merely humanity.—One must make one’s self superior to humanity, in power, in loftiness
of soul,—in contempt.

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Part II - Section 4
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Mankind surely does not represent an evolution toward a better or stronger or higher level, as progress is now understood. This "progress" is merely a modem idea, which is to say, a false idea. The European of today, in his essential worth, falls far below the European of the Renaissance; the process of evolution does not necessarily mean elevation, enhancement, strengthening.

True enough, it succeeds in isolated and individual cases in various parts of the earth and under the most widely different cultures, and in these cases a higher type certainly manifests itself; something which, compared to mankind in the mass, appears as a sort of superman. Such happy strokes of high success have always been possible, and will remain possible, perhaps, for all time to come. Even whole races, tribes and nations may occasionally represent such lucky accidents.

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Part III - Section 14
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We have unlearned something. We have become more modest in every way. We no longer derive man from the “spirit,” from the “godhead”; we have dropped him back among the beasts. We regard him as the strongest of the beasts because he is the craftiest; one of the results thereof is his intellectuality. On the other hand, we guard ourselves against a conceit which would assert itself even here: that man is the great second thought in the process of organic evolution. He is, in truth, anything but the crown of creation: beside him stand many other animals, all at similar stages of development… And even when we say that we say a bit too much, for man, relatively speaking, is the most botched of all the animals and the sickliest, and he has wandered the most dangerously from his instincts—though for all that, to be sure, he remains the most interesting!

As regards the lower animals, it was Descartes who first had the really admirable daring to describe them as machina; the whole of our physiology is directed toward proving the truth of this doctrine. Moreover, it is illogical to set man apart, as Descartes did: what we know of man today is limited precisely by the extent to which we have regarded him, too, as a machine. Formerly we accorded to man, as his inheritance from some higher order of beings, what was called “free will”; now we have taken even this will from him, for the term no longer describes anything that we can understand. The old word “will” now connotes only a sort of result, an individual reaction, that follows inevitably upon a series of partly discordant and partly harmonious stimuli—the will no longer “acts,” or “moves.”… Formerly it was thought that man’s consciousness, his “spirit,” offered evidence of his high origin, his divinity. That he might be perfected, he was advised, tortoiselike, to draw his senses in, to have no traffic with earthly things, to shuffle off his mortal coil —then only the important part of him, the “pure spirit,” would remain. Here again we have thought out the thing better: to us consciousness, or “the spirit,” appears as a symptom of
a relative imperfection of the organism, as an experiment, a groping, a misunderstanding, as an affliction which uses up nervous force unnecessarily—
we deny that anything can be done perfectly so long as it is done consciously. The “pure spirit” is a piece of pure stupidity: take away the nervous system and the senses, the so-called “mortal shell,” and the rest is miscalculation— that is all!

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Part IV - Section 13
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Let us not under-estimate this fact: that we ourselves, we free spirits, are already a “transvaluation of all values,” a visualized declaration of war and victory against all the old concepts of “true” and “not true.” The most valuable intuitions are the last to be attained; the most valuable of all are those which determine methods. All the methods, all the principles of the scientific spirit of today, were the targets for thousands of years of the most profound contempt; if a man inclined to them he was excluded from the society of “decent” people—he passed as “an enemy of God,” as a scoffer at the truth, as one “possessed.” As a man of science, he belonged to the Chandala… We have had the whole pathetic stupidity of mankind against us—their every notion of what the truth ought to be, of what the service of the truth ought to be—their every “thou shalt” was launched against us. . . . Our objectives, our methods, our quiet, cautious, distrustful manner—all appeared to them as absolutely discreditable and contemptible.—Looking back, one may almost ask one’s self with reason if it was not actually an aesthetic sense that kept men blind so long: what they demanded of the truth was picturesque effectiveness, and of the learned a strong appeal to their senses. It was our modesty that stood out longest against their taste. . . . How well they guessed that, these turkey-cocks of God!

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