Nietzsche responded to my letter

To the "Good European," Victor Ângelo,

You write to me from the mountaintops of a new century, yet your ink is stained with the same ancient anxieties that haunted my own walks in Sils Maria. You tell me that the "international order" has perished. I ask you: Did it ever truly live? Or was it merely a long, gilded shadow cast by a sun that had already set?

You speak of Political Nihilism. You describe the "law of the strongest" as if it were a new infection. But look deeper! What you call "order" was often but a clever mask—a morality of the herd designed to restrain the few who dare to act. When the mask falls, the void stares back. You are terrified because you see the "Will to Power" stripped of its polite diplomatic dress. You see the Kremlin’s brute force, and others', and you call it the end of the world. I tell you, it is merely the world revealing its true, chaotic face.

You gather in Davos to seek a "Spirit of Dialogue." How British! How civilised! But beware: dialogue is too often the refuge of those who no longer have the strength to command. You seek to "reconstruct" the system. But one does not reconstruct a temple whose foundations were built on the illusions of a bygone era. If you wish to overcome this nihilism, you must not look back at the ruins of the twentieth century with nostalgia. You must have the courage to create new values that do not depend on the ghosts of 1945.

I am intrigued by your mention of this Mercosur pact. You see it as a "bridge," a sign of "sober optimism." Perhaps. But is it a bridge to a new greatness, or merely a sturdier fence for the marketplace? If this agreement is born of a genuine "Will to Create"—a partnership between the Old World and the New to define a future independent of both the tyrant’s sword and the merchant’s greed—then, and only then, is it an act of Overcoming.

You call for European Defense Autonomy. Finally! The "Good European" awakens from his long, comfortable sleep. To defend oneself is the first step toward self-mastery. But do not defend yourself merely to preserve the "old comforts." Defend yourself so that Europe may once again become a laboratory of the spirit, rather than a museum of dead ideas.

Do not fear the "Death of the Order," my dear Diplomat. The death of an old god is always the birth of a new freedom. The question is not whether the order has perished, but whether you—and those who gather in the Swiss snows—have the stomach for the vacuum that remains.

Can you walk upon the abyss without looking back? Can you create a world that does not require a "God" or a "Secretariat" to tell you what is just?

I leave you with this: The ice is melting, but the air is brisk. Do not seek "optimism"—that is a drink for the weak. Seek Strength. Seek Greatness.

Yours from the heights,

Friedrich Nietzsche

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