Geniuses can generally be divided into two categories. The first kind is like the sun. They are always radiant, masters of the spirit of the times and perfect life ideals in the eyes of the general public. During their lifetime, their great achievements have been praised and worshipped by the world, and their names are always closely linked with many medals of honor. Genius is like the sun, like the stars guiding the continuous sublimation of human spirit.
The second kind is like lightning. They are willing to hide in remote corners, immerse themselves in their favorite careers, ignore the evaluation of the world and not cater to the interests of the times. Because of this, they usually don't get the understanding of the world, but even in loneliness, they are still sincerely involved, climbing higher and further on the road they choose.
Unconsciously, I walked alone in the clouds and lived as a bolt of lightning. That light is so gorgeous and dazzling, it penetrates the whole night sky, and then people see eternity through their light.
Today, I'm going to tell you about those lightning-fast geniuses, how they stuck to their own path in loneliness, how they stuck to the purity of live high, and finally the whole human world was shocked, and how we heard the most pertinent and useful voice in the noisy traffic.
"Every day that I never dance is the biggest disappointment in life!" -Nietzsche
One of my favorite philosophers is Nietzsche. He is not a man recognized by the public. When Nietzsche was alive, what he said to me was for ears 200 years later. Nietzsche's contemporaries didn't understand him. Nietzsche's mouth was prepared for his ears 200 years later.
In Nietzsche's time, he was a man living in the dark. This kind of darkness is a kind of loneliness for a hundred years, and no one can understand him. And such people are often like lightning, even if it is dark around, his light is enough to pierce the darkness.
Not many people can understand the path he chose. Nietzsche spent his later years in the mountains, because he said that when I write philosophical works, when I write philosophical articles, I hope there is soil under my feet and blue sky above my head.
In Nietzsche's life, he wanted to make friends, but not many people could understand him. That Nietzsche often says nothing for two weeks because no one can talk.
He wrote down his philosophy in the depths of the forest until one of his few friends went to see him. At that time, he was in poor health, but he would send that friend far away. Over a mountain and over a mountain, why? Because he doesn't know when the next conversation will be.
He is so lonely that no one can understand him. He was so lonely that he was almost crazy that he finally got rid of loneliness in madness.
How did Nietzsche go mad? When I arrived in the city, I found a coachman driving his carriage. Suddenly he refused to run among the horses. Then the coachman got out of the car and whipped the horse.
Nietzsche rushed up, hugged the horse's neck like his family, and cried himself unconscious. When he woke up, he was crazy.
Later he went to the hospital. The doctor in Germany wrote him a case, which is the best case I have ever seen. He said that the patient's symptom was trying to hug everyone who passed by him.
So lonely. But let's not sympathize with him, because we don't have this qualification. He is a lightning god.
Excerpt from: Teacher Chen Guo's Listening to the Voice from Society and Friends.