Do you want to know what I really think? Nietzsche tells you: “this is my way, what is yours?” You respond: “I think that I’ll go with Christ.” But Nietzsche says: “No, not with him. You can go anyway you want, but not with him. To hell with Christ.” But you say: “Well, to hell with you.”
What I really think is this: Nietzsche would probably smile. He would eventually look up and catch your steadfast gaze, not just a little fire in your eye, and look away again. And then he would begin to laugh. Slowly at first, and not audibly. But then you would catch on, and begin laughing too. Soon he would look at you again and then it would be all over, the two of you laughing away, no longer quite sure why anymore. And it is one of those laughing fits that picks up again once it starts to die . . . So it would be: you and Nietzsche, that furious little man, sitting across a table, cracking up.