There exists an English 1960 translation of Rudolf Steiner’s 1895 book about Friedrich Nietzsche called ‘Friedrich Nietzsche, Fighter for Freedom’. This title was translated from German, Friedrich Nietzsche, ein Kämpfer gegen seine Zeit; A Fighter Against His Time. But in 1960 A Fighter Against His Time was not the title the publisher wanted. No, it had to be changed into something else. For the English speaking world, they decided, Fighter for Freedom was the better choice.
Fighter for Freedom is deceptive. In Steiner’s book Nietzsche was something completely different. He was A Fighter Against His Time. The “A” matters. “Against His Time” matters. The context is what mattered so much in Nietzsche’s life and the context is the fiery glowing epicenter of Steiner’s beautiful book about him. Yet somebody decided in 1960 that, at least for the English reader, that context was irrelevant.
Are we fighting against our time today? If so, what are we fighting specifically and how are we fighting that battle? Did some of us fight the same fights centuries ago? If so, how did they fight? Did they win or did they lose? And if so, how and when and why?
Fighting for your own free flow of energy. The total flow of being.
Isn’t this an inner battle? Often played out in (your) reality as mirror?
The death of the resister, means the death of the fighter. A paradox?
Who fights? Is there a choice? Do people consciously choose or follow A fight?
Who wants what? Is it worth the fight? Is it a protective battle or to gain (freedom)?
Too many questions. I should read the book. Time is pressing us into a corner, or so it seems.