An intellectual discussion.
Nietzsche leaves no space for selfappraisal, a crystalline, relentless reflection emerges on every conclusions horizon and ever again he employs a ball-peen hammer of critique to shatter his newly won being into a million pieces, receding from the very hook of his existence and plunging into a new nothing.
Would he not have gone mad for us… we would have no reason for sanity in this society of the spectacle