The Art of the Lie: Thoughts on Neitzsche’s “On Truth and Lying in a Non-Moral Sense”
I must be honest— I am not confident in my interpretation of this piece but I tried my best to express my thoughts as coherently as possible.
Nietzsche (N) believes humanity is arrogant and that we think very highly of our own intelligence and place in the universe. He insists that our intelligence is used for “dissimulation”. The truth merely equals lies. Why? Because language is metaphor. People use language to understand and communicate thoughts and ideas about reality. It is, in a way, a creative, artistic process. (I suppose that’s why we call deception “the art of lying”). We never have raw access or “truth” to anything. We only have our representations in the form of linguistic metaphor. I may be wrong, but I believe N is saying we are lying (whether intentionally or not, realized or not) when we use language to represent a thing or thought because it is impossible to perceive everything correctly.
The very idea that we have of “reality” is an illusion. All language and experience is metaphor. When a metaphor sticks around long enough and is repeated by enough people, we forget that it is metaphor and thus it morphs into this idea of the “truth”. In actuality, truth is an old metaphor, we’ve just forgotten it is a metaphor.
N speaks about concepts and states that concepts are “lingering residues of metaphors”. The use of a concept is to lump different things together and treat them as the same (I hope that makes sense? I wasn’t sure how to word my thought). There are no real concepts in nature. Concepts come from humans. We maintain this really arrogant delusion that nature is patterned according to our concepts. Our little interpretations could never explain the entire workings of reality but we still try. We especially try to do this with science. We use science to attempt to fit everything into an orderly tower of concepts but the attempt is futile because reality is not and cannot be orderly— it is chaos.
I felt quite anxious as I read this piece because I do not like to think this deeply about existence and reality. I find it scary and unpleasant. However, I did find the example of the mosquito comical (albeit depressing) because it is very true. N says:
“But if we could communicate with the mosquito, then we would learn that he floats through the air with the same self-importance, feeling within itself the flying center of the world. There is nothing in nature so despicable or insignificant that it cannot immediately be blown up like a bag by a slight breath of this power of knowledge; and just as every porter wants an admirer, the proudest human being, the philosopher, thinks that he sees on the eyes of the universe telescopically focused from all sides on his actions and thoughts”.
We believe we have control over ourselves and our own individual realities but we control nothing. The universe is uncaring and unforgiving.


