RE: Race and IQs
June 1, 2018 at 7:39 pm
(This post was last modified: June 2, 2018 at 5:08 am by vulcanlogician.)
I fail to see IQ as anything but an arbitrary measure. The body is the greatest wisdom and intelligence. IQ, if it can genuinely be gauged at all, is merely a function of the body.
Nietzsche has this to say:
On the Despisers of the Body
I want to speak of the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies --- and thus become silent.
“Body am I, and soul” – thus speaks the child. And why should one not speak like children?
But the awakened and knowing say: body am I entirely, and nothing else; and soul is only a word for something about the body.
The body is a great reason, a plurality with one sense, a war and peace, a herd and a shepherd. An instrument of your body is also your little reason, my brother, which you call “spirit” – a little instrument and toy of your great reason.
“I,” you say, and are proud of the word. But greater is that in which you do not wish to have faith – your body and its great reason: that does not say “I,” but does “I.”
. . .
Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there stands a mighty ruler, an unknown sage – whose name is self. In your body he dwells; he is your body.
There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom. And who knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?
Your self laughs at your ego and at its bold leaps. “What are these leaps and flights of thought to me?” It says to itself. . . . The self says to the ego, “Feel pain here!” Then the ego suffers and thinks how it might suffer no more ---- and this is why it is made to think. The self says to the ego, “Feel pleasure here!” Then the ego is pleased and thinks how it might often be pleased again – and that is why it is made to think.
. .
I want to speak to the despisers of the body. It is their respect that begets their contempt. What is it that created respect and contempt and worth and will? The creative self created respect and contempt; it created pleasure and pain. The creative body created the spirit as a hand for its will.
Even in your folly and contempt, you despisers of the body, you serve your self. I say unto you: your self itself wants to die and turns away from life. It is no longer capable of what it would do above all else: to create beyond itself. That is what it would do above all else, that is its fervent wish.
But now it is too late for it to do this: so your self wants to go under, O despisers of the body. Your self wants to go under, and that is why you have become despisers of the body! For you are no longer able to create beyond yourselves.
And that is why you are angry with life and the earth. An unconscious envy speaks out of the squint-eyed glance of your contempt.
I shall not go your way, O despisers of the body! You are no bridge to the ubermench!
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
Nietzsche has this to say:
On the Despisers of the Body
I want to speak of the despisers of the body. I would not have them learn and teach differently, but merely say farewell to their own bodies --- and thus become silent.
“Body am I, and soul” – thus speaks the child. And why should one not speak like children?
But the awakened and knowing say: body am I entirely, and nothing else; and soul is only a word for something about the body.
The body is a great reason, a plurality with one sense, a war and peace, a herd and a shepherd. An instrument of your body is also your little reason, my brother, which you call “spirit” – a little instrument and toy of your great reason.
“I,” you say, and are proud of the word. But greater is that in which you do not wish to have faith – your body and its great reason: that does not say “I,” but does “I.”
. . .
Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there stands a mighty ruler, an unknown sage – whose name is self. In your body he dwells; he is your body.
There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom. And who knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?
Your self laughs at your ego and at its bold leaps. “What are these leaps and flights of thought to me?” It says to itself. . . . The self says to the ego, “Feel pain here!” Then the ego suffers and thinks how it might suffer no more ---- and this is why it is made to think. The self says to the ego, “Feel pleasure here!” Then the ego is pleased and thinks how it might often be pleased again – and that is why it is made to think.
. .
I want to speak to the despisers of the body. It is their respect that begets their contempt. What is it that created respect and contempt and worth and will? The creative self created respect and contempt; it created pleasure and pain. The creative body created the spirit as a hand for its will.
Even in your folly and contempt, you despisers of the body, you serve your self. I say unto you: your self itself wants to die and turns away from life. It is no longer capable of what it would do above all else: to create beyond itself. That is what it would do above all else, that is its fervent wish.
But now it is too late for it to do this: so your self wants to go under, O despisers of the body. Your self wants to go under, and that is why you have become despisers of the body! For you are no longer able to create beyond yourselves.
And that is why you are angry with life and the earth. An unconscious envy speaks out of the squint-eyed glance of your contempt.
I shall not go your way, O despisers of the body! You are no bridge to the ubermench!
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
