TARANTULAS | Jordan Peterson, Friedrich Nietzsche


behold, this is the hole of the tarantula. do you want to see the tarantula itself? here
hangs its web; touch it, that it tremble! there it comes willingly: welcome, tarantula!
your triangle and symbol sits black on your back; and i also know what sits in your soul. revenge sits in your soul: wherever you bite,
black scabs grow; your poison makes the soul whirl with revenge. thus i speak to you in a parable—you who
make souls whirl, you preachers of equality. to me you are tarantulas, and secretly vengeful. but i shall bring your secrets to light; therefore
i laugh in your faces with my laughter of the heights. therefore i tear at your webs, that your rage
may lure you out of your lie-holes and your revenge may leap out from behind your word
justice. for that man be delivered from revenge, that
is for me the bridge to the highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms. the tarantulas, of course, would have it otherwise. “what justice means to us is precisely that
the world be filled with the storms of our revenge”—thus they speak to each other. “we shall wreak vengeance and abuse on all
whose equals we are not”—thus do the tarantula-hearts vow. “and ‘will to equality’ shall henceforth
be the name for virtue; and against all that has power we want to raise our clamor!” you preachers of equality, the tyrannomania
of impotence clamors thus out of you for equality: your most secret ambitions to be tyrants thus
shroud themselves in words of virtue. aggrieved conceit, repressed envy—perhaps
the conceit and envy of your fathers—erupt from you as a flame and as the frenzy of revenge. what was silent in the father speaks in the
son; and often i found the son the unveiled secret of the father. they are like enthusiasts, yet it is not the
heart that fires them—but revenge. and when they become elegant and cold, it is not the
spirit but envy that makes them elegant and cold. their jealousy leads them even on the paths
of thinkers; and this is the sign of their jealousy: they always go too far, till their
weariness must in the end lie down to sleep in the snow. out of every one of their complaints sounds
revenge; in their praise there is always a sting, and to be a judge seems bliss to them. but thus i counsel you, my friends: mistrust
all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful. they are people of a low sort and stock; the
hangman and the bloodhound look out of their faces. mistrust all who talk much of their justice!
verily, their souls lack more than honey. and when they call themselves the good and
the just, do not forget that they would be pharisees, if only they had—power. my friends, i do not want to be mixed up and
confused with others. some preach my doctrine of life and are at
the same time preachers of equality and tarantulas. although they are sitting in their holes,
these poisonous spiders, with their backs turned on life, they speak in favor of life,
but only because they wish to hurt. they wish to hurt those who now have power,
for among these the preaching of death is still most at home. if it were otherwise, the tarantulas would
teach otherwise; they themselves were once the foremost slanderers of the world and burners
of heretics. i do not wish to be mixed up and confused
with these preachers of equality.

100 thoughts on “TARANTULAS | Jordan Peterson, Friedrich Nietzsche

  1. The irony of peterson reading this is staggering. Kermit the fraud is himself a spider in the intellectual dark web

  2. It is simply unbelievable this was written over 100 years ago. Nietzsche's clarity and vision made manifest in perfectly animated video form. Good job guys.

  3. if you havent seen it check out akira the dons remix of this, its excellent youtube.com/watch?v=7zIkUkRLJAM

  4. Methods of speech like theses that doesn't target any person in particular could be used to bypass the hate speech excuse to censor creators on snowflake platform like youtube

  5. Two of my favourite pieces in the background. Learning that last Debussy one now.

  6. You may consider working with Akira the Don next time, his remix of this was phenomenal.

  7. “There it comes, *willingly*.”
    “Your poison makes the soul whirl with revenge.”
    “I laugh in your faces, with the laughter of the heights.”
    “… a rainbow, after long storms.”
    “… whose equals we are not.”
    “… tyranomania …”
    Some excerpts I found nice from the first half.

  8. Here the original German words:

    Siehe, das ist der Tarantel Höhle! Willst du sie selber sehn? Hier hängt ihr Netz: rühre daran, dass es erzittert.

    Da kommt sie willig: willkommen, Tarantel! Schwarz sitzt auf deinem Rücken dein Dreieck und Wahrzeichen; und ich weiss auch, was in deiner Seele sitzt.

    Rache sitzt in deiner Seele: wohin du beissest, da wächst schwarzer Schorf; mit Rache macht dein Gift die Seele drehend!

    Also rede ich zu euch im Gleichniss, die ihr die Seelen drehend macht, ihr Prediger der _Gleichheit_! Taranteln seid ihr mir und versteckte Rachsüchtige!

    Aber ich will eure Verstecke schon an's Licht bringen: darum lache ich euch in's Antlitz mein Gelächter der Höhe.

    Darum reisse ich an eurem Netze, dass eure Wuth euch aus eurer Lügen-Höhle locke, und eure Rache hervorspringe hinter eurem Wort "Gerechtigkeit."

    Denn dass der Mensch erlöst werde von der Rache: das ist mir die Brücke zur höchsten Hoffnung und ein Regenbogen nach langen Unwettern.

    Aber anders wollen es freilich die Taranteln. "Das gerade heisse uns Gerechtigkeit, dass die Welt voll werde von den Unwettern unsrer Rache" – also reden sie mit einander.

    "Rache wollen wir üben und Beschimpfung an Allen, die uns nicht gleich sind" – so geloben sich die Tarantel-Herzen.

    "Und `Wille zur Gleichheit` – das selber soll fürderhin der Name für Tugend werden; und gegen Alles, was Macht hat, wollen wir unser Geschrei erheben!"

    Ihr Prediger der Gleichheit, der Tyrannen-Wahnsinn der Ohnmacht schreit also aus euch nach "Gleichheit": eure heimlichsten Tyrannen-Gelüste vermummen sich also in Tugend-Worte!

    Vergrämter Dünkel, verhaltener Neid, vielleicht eurer Väter Dünkel und Neid: aus euch bricht's als Flamme heraus und Wahnsinn der Rache.

    Was der Vater schwieg, das kommt im Sohne zum Reden; und oft fand ich den Sohn als des Vaters entblösstes Geheimniss.

    Den Begeisterten gleichen sie: aber nicht das Herz ist es, was sie begeistert, – sondern die Rache. Und wenn sie fein und kalt werden, ist's nicht der Geist, sondern der Neid, der sie fein und kalt macht.

    Ihre Eifersucht führt sie auch auf der Denker Pfade; und diess ist das Merkmal ihrer Eifersucht – immer gehn sie zu weit: dass ihre Müdigkeit sich zuletzt noch auf Schnee schlafen legen muss.

    Aus jeder ihrer Klagen tönt Rache, in jedem ihrer Lobsprüche ist ein Wehethun; und Richter-sein scheint ihnen Seligkeit.

    Also aber rathe ich euch, meine Freunde: misstraut Allen, in welchen der Trieb, zu strafen, mächtig ist!

    Das ist Volk schlechter Art und Abkunft; aus ihren Gesichtern blickt der Henker und der Spürhund.

    Misstraut allen Denen, die viel von ihrer Gerechtigkeit reden! Wahrlich, ihren Seelen fehlt es nicht nur an Honig.

    Und wenn sie sich selber "die Guten und Gerechten" nennen, so vergesst nicht, dass ihnen zum Pharisäer Nichts fehlt als – Macht!

    Meine Freunde, ich will nicht vermischt und verwechselt werden.

    Es giebt Solche, die predigen meine Lehre vom Leben: und zugleich sind sie Prediger der Gleichheit und Taranteln.

    Dass sie dem Leben zu Willen reden, ob sie gleich in ihrer Höhle sitzen, diese Gift-Spinnen, und abgekehrt vom Leben: das macht, sie wollen damit wehethun.

    Solchen wollen sie damit wehethun, die jetzt die Macht haben: denn bei diesen ist noch die Predigt vom Tode am besten zu Hause.

    Wäre es anders, so würden die Taranteln anders lehren: und gerade sie waren ehemals die besten Welt-Verleumder und Ketzer-Brenner.

    Mit diesen Predigern der Gleichheit will ich nicht vermischt und verwechselt sein.

  9. "The funeral of our civilization will proceed thusly." -Nietzsche on 21st Century nihilism, presumably

  10. The channel of the modern day William F. Buckley sure can animate! Tip my hat to you fellas.

  11. I don't understand what Nietzsche means when he says "among those [people with power] the preaching of death is still most at home" – can someone explain?

  12. I understand that this is leveled generally at those postmodernist and marxist thinkers of our time. The questions is, can we use this accusation of bad-faith to productive ends? How conscious of their own spiteful motives are people? What good does bringing these to the surface in a discussion with those we disagree with do?

  13. 2:25 good job on that one. Was expecting either the man or tarantula to jump at cam, but instead of a jump scare, disquiet.

  14. A complete animated audiobook of Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Dr. Jordan Peterson would be awesome.

  15. One of these should be done for the Last Man passage in Zarathustra's Prologue.

    Excellent work

  16. 1791 needs to do better research. In 2003 researchers at Harvard found irrefutable evidence that Nietzsche stole most of this from the unpublished Edgar Allan Poe poem "Lobster-Man"
    So give credit where its due, please!

  17. He's talking about You, Nazifa, with your pathetic coward masks, and your poisonous doctrines .

  18. Moonlight Sonata. Not a good choice of music for this delivery, but it does sound good with Peterson's voice.

    I would have gone with something a bit more severe earlier on in the video rather than later.

  19. "Well that depends of what you mean by" soft feminine hands.
    Those blinded by Peterson will see later, once willfull blindness costs too much.

  20. I understand how STEM majors are so obsessively dedicated to "equality" in society/politics. They assume they can master the grand equation of life struggles in the same way you solve a 2 dimensional calculous equation.

  21. I cant think of a better visual metaphor for Social Justice than a spider crawling into someones brain. I have seen it happen and it seems fitting.

  22. Think of all the calls for equality we see today. Nietzsche here blasts those who cry for equality as motivated simply by revenge against authority and a quest for power.

  23. Because, for man to be redeemed from revenge—that is for me the bridge to the highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms.

    Otherwise, however, would the tarantulas have it. "Let it be very justice for the world to become full of the storms of our vengeance"—thus do they talk to one another.

    "Vengeance will we use, and insult, against all who are not like us"—thus do the tarantula-hearts pledge themselves.

    "And 'Will to Equality'—that itself shall henceforth be the name of virtue; and against all that hath power will we raise an outcry!"

    Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant-frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant-longings disguise themselves thus in virtue-words!

    Fretted conceit and suppressed envy—perhaps your fathers' conceit and envy: in you break they forth as flame and frenzy of vengeance.

    What the father hath hid cometh out in the son; and oft have I found in the son the father's revealed secret.

    Inspired ones they resemble: but it is not the heart that inspireth them—but vengeance. And when they become subtle and cold, it is not spirit, but envy, that maketh them so.

    "But thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! They are people of bad race and lineage; out of their countenances peer the hangman and the sleuth-hound. Distrust all those who talk much of their justice! Verily, in their souls not only honey is lacking.And when they call themselves "the good and just," forget not, that for them to be Pharisees, nothing is lacking but—power!"

    And the part you mentioned about envy, it's the previous generations envy of the "unequal" that becomes revenge in the tarantula heart

  24. Thus spoke Zarathusra is my favorite book of all time. So much powerful mind blowing wisdom. The most prophetic figure in history in my opinion.

  25. What’s the piano song in the last 40ish seconds of the video. It sounds amazing.

  26. I think of this when I see AOC ranting and raving with that terrible look of nastiness and anger on her face

  27. Why didn’t he read this to zizek he would’ve won the debate instantly

  28. If there's just fuzz where your hamster was, it's probably because of tarantulas.

  29. Perturbing, but so beautiful.
    This is some of your best work, yet

  30. Insane motion graphics! The 3D rendering and Lex's animations combined are amazing

  31. I added Spanish subtitles, from the original chapter of the book and adapted it to this video. It's up for community review so if any kind soul reviews them and approves them so I can share it with my Spanish friends that would be great

  32. Even tarantulas aren't immune from an ambush. This centipede is a predator.

  33. Interract with people and you see patterns of behaviour that transcends time.
    Same with Neitsche, Same with Kojima.

  34. Read "Thus Spoke Zarathoustra", then read "The Name of The Rose" by Umberto Eco. You'll see what Nietzsche identified as the the egg of the Tarantula. Atlast, read Twilight of the Idols, so you can live and transcend yourself, as one of the higher kind..

  35. C'mon 1791, i added portuguese subs to this video weeks ago, can't you accept them? i wanna show it to my not very good at english friends

  36. Okay, where's the video explaining this one. 😅

    Definitely powerful stuff. I have a problem however, when relating it to our society. Some of it definitely relates, but when we live in a country where discrimination and inequality were the law of the land, should people not call for equality and justice? I understand that when it goes to the point of punishing others for the sins of the fathers, it has gone too far.

    Also, how can I make videos like this? I mean, I know how to edit images and do basic motion graphics, but how do conceptualize and come up with the right images and animations that fit so well?

  37. The visualization and literal words of this might sound gruesome and abstract, obviously. But the story this entails is beautifully truthful.

  38. JP’s detractors are almost always petty and embarrassing. The closest thing to a modern day saint is consistently shat on to score political points on Twitter. That’s where we’re at.

  39. So many classic philosophers from the "olden days" run rings around our ilk today. Despite seemingly not having the kind of society and problems that we face, they know more about us than we do. With all our technology and information at our fingertips the wisdom of our forefathers cuts us down like we are teenagers who think we know it all, and we know nothing.

  40. "mistrust all who speak much of their justice, verily, their souls lack more than honey"

  41. Thanks Aaron! (directed from the comment underneath my post on Facebook).
    cheers from Germany.

  42. It's like he had a time machine, went to 2010's, went back to 1880's and wrote to the future.

  43. Behold, the very next section in thus spake zarathustra;

    30. The Famous Wise Ones.

    The people have ye served and the people’s superstition—not the truth!—all ye famous wise ones! And just on that account did they pay you reverence.

    And on that account also did they tolerate your unbelief, because it was a pleasantry and a by-path for the people. Thus doth the master give free scope to his slaves, and even enjoyeth their presumptuousness.

    But he who is hated by the people, as the wolf by the dogs—is the free spirit, the enemy of fetters, the non-adorer, the dweller in the woods.

    To hunt him out of his lair—that was always called “sense of right” by the people: on him do they still hound their sharpest-toothed dogs.

    “For there the truth is, where the people are! Woe, woe to the seeking ones!”— thus hath it echoed through all time.

    Your people would ye justify in their reverence: that called ye “Will to Truth,” ye famous wise ones!

    And your heart hath always said to itself: “From the people have I come: from thence came to me also the voice of God.”

    Stiff-necked and artful, like the ass, have ye always been, as the advocates of the people.

    And many a powerful one who wanted to run well with the people, hath harnessed in front of his horses—a donkey, a famous wise man.

    And now, ye famous wise ones, I would have you finally throw off entirely the skin of the lion!

    The skin of the beast of prey, the speckled skin, and the dishevelled locks of the investigator, the searcher, and the conqueror!

    Ah! for me to learn to believe in your “conscientiousness,” ye would first have to break your venerating will.

    Conscientious—so call I him who goeth into God-forsaken wildernesses, and hath broken his venerating heart.

    In the yellow sands and burnt by the sun, he doubtless peereth thirstily at the isles rich in fountains, where life reposeth under shady trees.

    But his thirst doth not persuade him to become like those comfortable ones: for where there are oases, there are also idols.

    Hungry, fierce, lonesome, God-forsaken: so doth the lion-will wish itself.

    Free from the happiness of slaves, redeemed from Deities and adorations, fearless and fear-inspiring, grand and lonesome: so is the will of the conscientious.

    In the wilderness have ever dwelt the conscientious, the free spirits, as lords of the wilderness; but in the cities dwell the well-foddered, famous wise ones—the draught-beasts.

    For, always, do they draw, as asses—the people’s carts!

    Not that I on that account upbraid them: but serving ones do they remain, and harnessed ones, even though they glitter in golden harness.

    And often have they been good servants and worthy of their hire. For thus saith virtue: “If thou must be a servant, seek him unto whom thy service is most useful!

    The spirit and virtue of thy master shall advance by thou being his servant: thus wilt thou thyself advance with his spirit and virtue!”

    And verily, ye famous wise ones, ye servants of the people! Ye yourselves have advanced with the people’s spirit and virtue—and the people by you! To your honour do I say it!

    But the people ye remain for me, even with your virtues, the people with purblind eyes—the people who know not what spirit is!

    Spirit is life which itself cutteth into life: by its own torture doth it increase its own knowledge—did ye know that before?

    And the spirit’s happiness is this: to be anointed and consecrated with tears as a sacrificial victim—did ye know that before?

    And the blindness of the blind one, and his seeking and groping, shall yet testify to the power of the sun into which he hath gazed—did ye know that before?

    And with mountains shall the discerning one learn to build! It is a small thing for the spirit to remove mountains — did ye know that before?

    Ye know only the sparks of the spirit: but ye do not see the anvil which it is, and the cruelty of its hammer!

    Verily, ye know not the spirit’s pride! But still less could ye endure the spirit’s humility, should it ever want to speak!

    And never yet could ye cast your spirit into a pit of snow: ye are not hot enough for that! Thus are ye unaware, also, of the delight of its coldness.

    In all respects, however, ye make too familiar with the spirit; and out of wisdom have ye often made an almshouse and a hospital for bad poets.

    Ye are not eagles: thus have ye never experienced the happiness of the alarm of the spirit. And he who is not a bird should not camp above abysses.

    Ye seem to me lukewarm ones: but coldly floweth all deep knowledge. Ice-cold are the innermost wells of the spirit: a refreshment to hot hands and handlers.

    Respectable do ye there stand, and stiff, and with straight backs, ye famous wise ones!—no strong wind or will impelleth you.

    Have ye ne’er seen a sail crossing the sea, rounded and inflated, and trembling with the violence of the wind?

    Like the sail trembling with the violence of the spirit, doth my wisdom cross the sea—my wild wisdom!

    But ye servants of the people, ye famous wise ones—how could ye go with me! —

    Thus spake Zarathustra.

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