This is my Understanding from Faust. I am drunk, and hence the alcohol speaks. It speaks true. But — It is the Devil that speaks. (And I am not the Devil.) What Devil? Goethe’s Devil, not the Devil of the Bible. Who speaks? The Devil in Me. What is that? Goethe’s Devil, again. (I repeat myself, for a purpose.)
Remember Nietzsche? “Hell is eternal repetition”? This is what I have achieved in the preceding Paragraph. It is Hell.
Remember Goethe? “Only that which is fruitful is true”? That is true, and true again: I am attempting, while drunk, to drill some sense into mindless people. [This, they call the sheeple as of 2013.]
So what is my Point?
That is the Point. There is no Point, no Grundlage, for what I write here. Gentle Reader, does that make sense to you in 2013?
In the rare Event that it does not, I beg to remind you that no Thing makes Sense, and I, making no Sense, am “in sync” with the World. What did you do today?
Spent You Time on Facebook? What did you see? Faces? Did you care for those Faces? Or were you looking for your Self? Did you perform Activity there? You did so out of Vanity.
Spent Time on Google? Apart from useful Things, what did you do? You merely killed Time? Or?
Spent Time with your Smartphone? What did You achieve? You enjoyed the Time? You killed Time? What else did you do?
Took the Time out to entertain… took the Time out to…. took the Time out to… and then? How better are You than a Drinker of Ethyl Alcohol, such as I am?
I am better than you. Why? Because I am writing This, and You are reading This. That is why I am better than You.
Every Paragraph I write begins with an “I”, and hence I began this one without. Even though I am drunk.
That is my Strength: to ken what is strong.
It seems too simple, and all this is too complex for the Modern World, where the Word is degraded, where Music is called Rap.
My Friend John F Penner, where art thou? Are you still Writing?
And may this be the Lesson to All: Drink, and You will be Pointless — in other Words, without Point. But That is the Point.
Drink and be merry!
The story of Faust tells it All. When drunk, we are at Auerbach’s Kelller. When in Love, we are in Marthen’s Garten. When in Sin, we are in Gretchen’s Stube. When in deep Trouble, we are in Kerker. When upheld, the Archangel Ariel tends to us. When uplifted, we are in the Emperor’s Court. When dreaming within the upheld Court, we are in Greece, among the Griffons and the Sirens. When back on Earth, we are with the Devil.
We each have our personal Devils, but Goethe painted the Archetypal Devil: Mephistopheles.
We are with the Devil, and He thinks we are done for. And so he digs our Grave. (Englishcer-Deutscher mixup: Graben im Deutschen ist same gleich als the Grabe. And “die” ist “die” as in “die Grabe”.) And then, blinded, we fall in, and We are dead. And Gretchen – and then Mother Mary — comes: not as Saviour, but as reminder: The woman will make you go on.
You need no Saviour. You need a Woman. My Woman is Alcohol. Faust is the Story of Alcohol.
That is the stupidest Thing I have said. It is because I am drunk. Alcohol melds itself to every Story.
But does the Above not make sense? (Pun intended.)
I rest my case. (My cask.)