In a post the other day I wrote:
The universal acid of radical skepticism having nearly completed its work, all transcendent values have now been dissolved — and if all that once was sacred is now remembered at all, is only to be mocked and scorned.
Nietzsche saw this coming: “the total eclipse of all values” would be inevitable, he knew, once there was no longer anyone to say “thou shalt not”. To borrow another astronomical metaphor: when the fires that sustain a great and luminous star have burned themselves out at last, it collapses under its own dead mass and says goodbye to the universe.
The final stages of this process can move along pretty briskly.
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“I remember all the mares, but the male horses not so much. I haven’t done anything with a male horse in 20 years.”
So there’s something to be thankful for. Is there any reason why he can’t marry a mare? We just need Hannah Rosin to write “The End of Humans”.