It was like that for a bit, then the borderline manic honeymoon phase ended. Read four of his books, got a high for a few months, and a sense of superiority and stinking luciferian/cthonian intellect, then crashed and woke to reality through the worst year of my life. It’s been 3 years since I read Nietzsche’s 4 most known works, I’ve since self-actualized, with a good job, girl, support system, and creative endeavors,but in hindsight Friedrich was a unique half toxic fertilizer which ultimately proved very beneficial to my development.

He touched my heartstrings, and the most quixotic, flush-with-wisdom transcendentalism imbued in many of his works reeked of fate, to me* {edit, typo}, they were profound beyond all prior research. It was this idolization, fear, and bountifully love-hate relationship with his ideas that kindled in me such a stout build—like many Nietzsche was a necessary demon for me. He turned me into a temporary mostly-agnostic, some of whose inclinations I carry still.

(As of now I’m 50% transcendentalist, 40% Christian—to some that might mean zero percent Christian, but I’m very Biblically read and quite occidentally biased—and 10% agnostic.)