To: skinowski who wrote (748854 ) 7/18/2021 1:02:23 PM From: ig Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 793624 Defining will to power through fear and an impulse to survive is no doubt part of it, but I think there is also a large “positive” aspect - an impulse to build, to expand, to…. make the world a better place, to be successful. Life's energy. I've always thought that our creative imagination is humanity's cardinal virtue. Many say it's love, but plenty of other animals know and show love. We are the ones that travel forward and backward in time in our imaginations, creating new possibilities in the future, the past, and the present. On Marxists and Evil, I think their problem has to do with the concept of justice. There are two aspects of justice: retributive and distributive. Distributive is about fairly dividing "resources," while retributive is about payback and punishment. Marxists are obsessive about all that. Marx himself was an absolute nut about retribution. From his pathological narcissistic poetry:… Worlds I would destroy forever, Since I can create no world; Since my call they notice never … and:Then I will be able to walk triumphantly, Like a god, through the ruins of their kingdom. Every word of mine is fire and action. My breast is equal to that of the Creator. and:I shall build my throne high overhead Cold, tremendous shall its summit be. For its bulwark — superstitious dread For its marshal — blackest agony. and:See this sword? the prince of darkness Sold it to me. and:With Satan I have struck my deal, He chalks the signs, beats time for me I play the death march fast and free. and:… I shall howl gigantic curses on mankind: Ha! Eternity! She is an eternal grief … Ourselves being clockwork, blindly mechanical, Made to be the foul-calendars of Time and Space, Having no purpose save to happen, to be ruined, So that there shall be something to ruin … If there is a something which devours, I’ll leap within it, though I bring the world to ruins- The world which bulks between me and the Abyss I will smash to pieces with my enduring curses. I’ll throw my arms around its harsh reality: Embracing me, the world will dumbly pass away, And then sink down to utter nothingness, Perished, with no existence — that would be really living!