Niklas Anderson's Blog

My Personal Echo Chamber

There is nothing good in associating yourself with something, or someone, you cannot make better.

They make you better?

But not vice versa.

That is not even childishness. Even a child compels its parents to outdo themselves out of love and responsibility. This is just parasitism; you would be better off living without your host.


“All sins are forgivable, and will be forgiven.”

In short, the beginning of the end; How to kick all of morality out from underneath yourself.

Those who believe sin, are often the most sinful.


Having fallen in love, a lover says “I know now that all the pain in life I have lived thus far was to bring me to this point with you.”

This is precisely what is meant by Nietzsche in reference to the greatest mindset – Amor Fati – but towards life and the world as it now wills.


Optimism is the unfinished sentence.

Pessimism is the forced punctuation: an early end.

The slow burn of painful motivation:

“I have not done enough.”


It used to be the opinion of historians that the mass of men do not enter into history as a good event.

A massacre, rebellion, an earthquake: The mass of men did not surface in our collective memory in association with anything positive.

What was good to a historian? The few and endearing who overcame the masses to reorient, reach out and pull the rest of society forward.

Now it is common to write histories of “the people,” the way they lived, felt, and resisted the tides of power. All histories are now histories of “peoples”, in the most collective and averaging sense.

What can be concluded from this development?

Very little. History is now a common practice for commoners. The great men of history are easy and cheap targets, now the common historian scratches at dirt and clay for something to publish.

“In the future, there will be one science: The science of history,” or so says Marx. How could that science, of all sciences, persist under such circumstances? That the mass of men participate so actively in history that they know themselves as history. The great person does not go unacknowledged and unrecognized, but is immediately remembered in its full context.

A better challenge for the truly great men: become a posthumous in such a time.


The function of a military is to bring the worst out in a person,

Then direct it towards the enemy.


There is release in finding a way to write what one feels now. Better yet knowing that no harm will be done as no one will read it.


At times, all people, places, and things serve the exclusive purpose of being a temptation for suicide.

At best: An opening for parasites.