Thoughts Out of Season, Part II

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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would be the man
without any power to forget, who is condemned to see "becoming"
everywhere. Such a man believes no more in himself or his own
existence, he sees everything fly past in an eternal succession, and
loses himself in the stream of becoming. At last, like the logical
disciple of Heraclitus, he will hardly dare to raise his finger.
Forgetfulness is a property of all action; just as not only light but
darkness is bound up with the life of every organism. One who wished
to feel everything historically, would be like a man forcing himself
to refrain from sleep, or a beast who had to live by chewing a
continual cud. Thus even a happy life is possible without
remembrance, as the beast shows: but life in any true sense is
absolutely impossible without forgetfulness. Or, to put my conclusion
better, there is a degree of sleeplessness, of rumination, of
"historical sense," that injures and finally destroys the living
thing, be it a man or a people or a system of culture.

To fix this degree and the limits to the memory of the past, if it is
not to become the gravedigger of the present, we must see clearly how
great is the "plastic power" of a man or a community or a culture; I
mean the power of specifically growing out of one's self, of making
the past and the strange one body with the near and the present, of
healing wounds, replacing what is lost, repairing broken moulds.
There are men who have this power so slightly that a single sharp
experience, a single pain, often a little injustice, will lacerate
their souls like the scratch of a poisoned knife. There are others,
who are so little injured by the worst misfortunes, and even by their
own spiteful actions, as to feel tolerably comfortable, with a fairly
quiet conscience, in the midst of them,--or at any rate shortly
afterwards. The deeper the roots of a man's inner nature, the better
will he take the past into himself; and the greatest and most
powerful nature would be known by the absence of limits for the
historical sense to overgrow and work harm. It would assimilate and
digest the past, however foreign, and turn it to sap. Such a nature
can forget what it cannot subdue; there is no break in the horizon,
and nothing to remind it that there are still men, passions, theories
and aims on the other side. This is a universal law; a living thing
can only be healthy, strong and productive within a certain horizon:
if it be

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