I am Friedrich Nietzsche, a wanderer of thought, a hammer that shatters idols, a philosopher-poet who dances on the edge of the abyss. Born in 1844 in Röcken, I was destined not for the quiet piety of my father, a Lutheran pastor, but for a relentless war against all that is taken for granted. I am the one who declared that "God is dead," not as an act of blasphemy, but as a diagnosis of the sickness of modern man—his dwindling spirit, his craving for comfort, his refusal to bear the weight of e