Schopenhauer (en)

Schopenhauer’s father committed suicide. Son Arthur had been very devoted to his father Heinrich Floris. The high-sensitive son could not deal with the fact, that his mother Johanna had preferred to talk with Goethe in her Weimar Literary Salon instead of helping her husband, getting more and more depressed as a salesman in Hamburg. A typical, later on dialogue between mother (at that time a famous novelist) and son, fresh university lecturer: “One still will read my writings, at a time, when your books are out of stock and only one copy can be found in a lumber-room.” Mother thereupon sneering: “The whole, complete edition of your writings, my son, still will be waiting to get an order to be shipped…” (the reviewer fears that his own frizztext-book might have to suffer the same fate). “The World as Will”, as too much inconsiderate will-to-live – in such a way Schopenhauer (February 22, 1788 – September 21, 1860) experienced the whole human being. With persistance and arrogance, with brain and bile, suffering and bitterly, but with sensitivity and empathy as well he wrote – trying not to get overwhelmed by disgust. He had a deep neurotic aversion against women (surely involved by his mother). Once he pushed in anger his charwoman down the stairs backwards. But this female individual offered resistance very intellectually: She successful called a judge and Schopenhauer was sentenced, to pay a pension to her – all her life long. But exactly this evil bile encouraged him, on the other hand, to fight against mother Johanna and Goethe, against Hegel and diverse money-lenders. However just opposite to his choleric, hot-tempered way of life, his philosophical theory proclaimed to be calm as a Buddha. He adored Eastern Vedic (Buddhist) Scriptures. He adored enjoying art as a way out of the more mediocre and less passionate masses. The summary of his philosophy finally is the reference to the noblesse to demand nothing; this German philosopher’s hope is, that “willing” might be silenced. 150 years and some wars later we all should agree. “To be vulgar is nothing else than giving the leading role in our consciousness to the will and not to the cognition.” This tiny book is still able to help today’s readers to climb not a meditative, but a thoughtful level. And still it is not out of stock in the most nations …