7/10.
Nietzsche gives us the physiological point of view by which to judge ideas, art, and music. The question becomes: is this piece of art healthy for me? Does it strengthen my spirit? Does it enliven my soul? Or does it send me shuddering and break my impulse to dance? That is how we must judge art: physiologically.
Concert hall music is designed to cut off the natural impulse of dancing to heighten the experience of hearing. But, at a fundamental level, classical music holds the spiritual goal of dancing, of natural exuberance and the expression of joy, health, and confidence. The dance switches between a slow bounce and an excited fury: "on the counterplay of [a] cooler breeze that came from wariness and the warm breath of enthusiasm rested the magic of all goodmusic". The degeneration of music comes when it destroys the dancing impulse. Jagged melodies, un-square time signatures, ever-changing speeds, and an uneven structure destroy dancing. They confuse the mind and the legs. Chaos usurps order. One can detect this chaotic, uneven, blasphemous impulse in modern and Soviet orchestral music. Seeking to break from the "fetters" of order and evenness, the new music strives for perpetual, childlike novelty. By shunning the past and its ordered structure, this music destroys itself.
But what is the cause of this musical sickness? Is it the decrepit ideas of modern artists? Of social currents and economic waves? Three times no! Once again, it is derived from physiology — specifically, physiological degeneration. In other words, artists and other cultural leaders were once strong, but now they are becoming naturally feeble. They are gathering genetic mutations caused after being born in the plentiful environment of the industrial revolution. Nearly all babies survive, which means that the weak, the deviant, and the sick survive. These go on to reproduce and have children that are ever more weak, deviant, and sick (due to the lack of a harsh environment). Together, this causes a deviation from the evolutionary norm — a deviation from heterosexuality, from mental stability, from physical health, from a hardy mentality regarding struggle, and even from natural beauty.
So these artists propagate themselves and derived from their sickly nature are sickly works. Healthy art only comes through healthy physiology: the penultimate mistake of conservatives. Degeneration will continue until spiritual and physical collapse, at which point the healthy and the strong will be selected again (as they will be the only ones who can survive).
Such is the macrosphere of our culture. But what about the microsphere? What about our own lives? We have a task, we have a duty. Those noble enough to feel the weight of greatness on their shoulders know it. Our self-overcoming must be done, or we will forever live in the shadow of our potential. "For every attempt we make to dodge or escape it, for every premature resignation, for every acceptance of equality with those among whom we do not belong, for every activity . . . which distracts us from our main cause" we become sick. Sick with our weakness. Sick with our ease, our spiritual flabbiness. "No!" we must say to weakness. Atone we must, especially for the easing of our burden. One choice remains in the future "if we want to return to health": "we must assume a heavier burden than we ever carried before".
And so we climb mountains with burdens on our backs. Without burdens, what is there? What but natural degeneration, a decline to the lowest possible potential of your being? And so we must take external and internal burdens on our shoulders. Carry them upwards we must! We carry suffering on our shoulders — with a purpose. We push through our laziness to become strong. We push through our boredom to sharpen our mind. We push through our fear to do what we dream of. We push through our Skinnerian conditioning to search for the truth. We push through our immediate desires to stop, think, and will upwards. And by pushing through we rise! Climbing our mountain one step after another, we cultivate ourselves: bring ourselves out of the soil and yield fruit. Beauty: the sweet fruit. Strength: the hardy fruit. Courage: the unextinguishable fruit. Knowledge: the eyesight-enhancing fruit.
But for those without fruit, I say: Till your soil! Plant your seeds! Water your saplings! Nourish them day by day! One day, a large tree shall grow — standing strong, stretching out wide, confident in its stance. "What a tree!" bystanders gasp in awe. Awe: the proper reaction to the rare, the noble, and the strong. Awe creates admiration, admiration creates followers, and followers aim themselves towards that which is awed. Thus shall you look upwards, aiming at the heights of man, uniting dream and day, bridging beast and übermensch!