Forgetting and Forgiving: A Nietzschean Perspective

Abstract

Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil’d world:

... For my enemy is dead__a man divine as myself is dead; I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin__I draw near;

I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

Walt Whitman, Reconciliation