Mart-deBlog

I can't sleep. Why? Restless, Sad, Troubled? Nope. It's philosophy.
I just realized, I haven't written much about philosophy and that is a mistake. It's like lying by not telling what is supposed to be told. Now don't worry, I'm not planning to drop Platonic bombs, but maybe it will be a sort of prologue, I don't know. For some reason people hate philosophers, you always need to introduce it slowly, by metaphors preferably. Don't tell me that it's not true; if you start philozophizing it will often meet aggression, jealousy or competition. Sometimes I enjoy the thought that people cannot stand other people philosophizing, because it confirms too radically that other people have a mind. Of course, everyone knows that other people must have a mind just like your own, but you don't want to know that too well. And, when you do philosophize it is if their minds get scared, and then they bare their teeth. It's funny in a sadistic kind of way. Anyway, that will be for another time.
So, I can't sleep because my mind is philosophizing beyond control. It is because of this philosopher called Deleuze, and if you're truly interested the Deleuze wikipedia will do (in my humble opinion the last philosopher genius thatwe have to figure out before we can continue philosophizing). Today I read an article by him titled 'Nomadic Thought', which defends the thesis that Nietzsche is a nomadic thinker, the meaning of which Deleuze explains during the text. Philosophy before Nietzsche is codified, but in contrast, Nietzsche uncodifies and does not recodify, which makes that the meaning of Nietzsche is not contained in the text that he writes, but in the force that takes possession of the text, a reader let's say. Codes are institutions, laws and contracts; and Nietzsche never pours his ideas in any of these containers. In simpler words, the thoughts of Nietzsche roam somewhere outside the text, wandering like a Nomad who resists fixation in form and argument. Thereby Nietzsche creates the right to be misinterpreted. And therefore it does not matter whether I or anyone agree with Deleuze's conception of Nietzsche's thought, it only matters that I cannot sleep. Not because of one specific thought, or question, or argument; but because there are suddenly so many fragmentary thoughts taking off in all directions, to Spinoza, to Kant, to Socrates and to myself. And for some reason I feel exactly ((yes, to be a good philosopher is to be infinitely arrogant, (and even that is self-referential))) what Deleuze is saying: awake.