“In my thirty-three years by his side, I cannot remember ever being ashamed by a single bad action on his part. He was honest, without guile, innocent, infinitely sweet toward others, fierce only toward himself.” ~ Elina Kazantzakis
I have previously expressed my affinity for the thought of the Greek novelist Nikos Kazantzakis (1883 – 1957). I would now like to highlight a few more of his salient ideas. I begin with a disclaimer. Kazantzakis was a voluminous author who wrote a 33,333 line poem, The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel, six travel books, eight plays, twelve novels, and dozens of essays and letters. No summary does justice to the complexity of his thought. He was a giant of modern Greek literature and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in nine different years. He is best known to the English-speaking world for his novels, Zorba the Greek and The Last Temptation of Christ, as both were adapted to the cinema.
In the prologue to Nikos Kazantzakis’ autobiography, Report to Greco, he writes that there are three kinds of souls: One wants to work; one doesn’t want to work too much, and one finds solace in being overworked. Kazantzakis thought of himself as the third type of soul.
Nikos Kazantzakis was born in 1883 in Heraklion, Greece into a peasant family surrounded by fishermen, farmers, and shepherds. His early life always remained with him,
Both of my parents circulate in my blood, the one fierce, hard, and morose, the other tender, kind, and saintly. I have carried them all my days; neither has died … My lifelong effort is to reconcile them so that the one may give me his strength, the other her tenderness; to make the discord between them, which breaks out incessantly within me, turn to harmony inside their son’s heart.
As a child, he was enrolled in a school run by French Catholics where he found religious history fascinating with its fairy tales of “serpents who talked, floods and rainbows, thefts and murders. Brother killed brother, father wanted to slaughter his only son, God intervened every two minutes and did His share of killing, people crossed the sea without wetting their feet.” Religion would become a lifelong object of his thinking.
After completing his secondary education, he sailed to Athens where he studied law for four years. He recalled the time with sadness: “My heart breaks when I bring to mind those years I spent as a university student in Athens. Though I looked, I saw nothing … this was not my road …” After he returned home he wandered the countryside, alone except for his books and notebooks. He had begun to feel the pull of writing: “Here is my road, here is duty.” He would never look back.
Indignation had overcome me in those early years. I remember that I could not bear the pyrotechnics of human existence: how life ignited for an instant, burst in the air in a myriad of color flares, then all at once vanished. Who ignited it? Who gave it such fascination and beauty, then suddenly, pitilessly, snuffed it out? “No,” I shouted, “I will not accept this, will not subscribe; I shall find some way to keep life from expiring.”
In his early years Kazantzakis was moved by Nietzsche’s Dionysian (emotional and instinctive) vision of humans shaping themselves into Supermen, and with Bergson’s Apollonian (rational and logical) idea of the elan vital. From Nietzsche, he learned that by sheer force of will, humans can be free as long as they proceed without fear or hope of reward. From Bergson, under whom he studied in Paris, he came to believe that a vital evolutionary life force molds matter, potentially creating higher forms of life. Putting these ideas together, Kazantzakis declared that we find meaning in life by struggling against universal entropy, an idea he connected with God. For Kazantzakis, the word god referred to “the anti-entropic life-force that organizes elemental matter into systems that can manifest ever more subtle and advanced forms of beings and consciousness.”[i]The meaning of our lives is to find our place in the chain that links us with these undreamt of forms of life.
We all ascend together, swept up by a mysterious and invisible urge. Where are we going? No one knows. Don’t ask, mount higher! Perhaps we are going nowhere, perhaps there is no one to pay us the rewarding wages of our lives. So much the better! For thus may we conquer the last, the greatest of all temptations—that of Hope. We fight because that is how we want it … We sing even though we know that no ear exists to hear us; we toil though there is no employer to pay us our wages when night falls. [ii]
In his search for his god—or what I would call his search for meaning—he ends not as a believer, prophet, or saint, he arrives nowhere. Kazantzakis thought of the story of his life as an adventure of mind, spirit, and body—an odyssey or ascent—hence his attraction to Homer. In, The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel, Odysseus gathers his followers, builds a boat, and sails away on a final journey, eventually dying in the Antarctic. According to Kazantzakis, Odysseus doesn’t find what he’s seeking, and he doesn’t save his soul—but it doesn’t matter. Through the search itself, he is ennobled—the meaning of his life is found in the search. In the end, his Odysseus cries out, “My soul, your voyages have been your native land.”[iii]
In the prologue of Report to Greco, Kazantzakis claims that we need to go beyond both hope and despair. Both expectation of paradise and fear of hell prevent us from focusing on what is in front of us, our heart’s true homeland … the search for meaning itself. We ought to be warriors who struggle bravely to create meaning without expecting anything in return. Unafraid of the abyss, we should face it bravely and run toward it. Ultimately we find joy, in the face of tragedy, by taking full responsibility for our lives. Life is a struggle, and if in the end, it judges us we should bravely reply as Kazantzakis did:
General, the battle draws to a close and I make my report. This is where and how I fought. I fell wounded, lost heart, but did not desert. Though my teeth clattered from fear, I bound my forehead tightly with a red handkerchief to hide the blood, and ran to the assault.”[iv]
Surely that is as courageous a sentiment in response to the ordeal of human life as has been offered in world literature. It is a bold rejoinder to the awareness of the inevitable decline of our minds and bodies, as well as to the existential agonies that permeate life. It finds the meaning of life in our actions, our struggles, our battles, our roaming, our wandering, and our journeying. It appeals to nothing other than what we know and experience—and yet finds meaning and contentment there.
Kazantzakis was always controversial and misunderstood, his philosophy too ethereal for most readers. He was accused of atheism in 1939 by the Greek Orthodox Church, although he was never summoned to trial. They tried again in 1953, outraged by his depiction of Jesus in The Last Temptation of Christ—a book subsequently placed on the Index of forbidden books by the Roman Catholic Church.
In the last decade of his life Kazantzakis was prolific, producing eight books. A psychologist once told him that he possessed energy “quite beyond the normal.” In 1953 he developed leukemia, frantically throwing himself into his work, but wishing he had more time. “I feel like doing what Bergson says— going to the street corner and holding out my hand to start begging from passersby: ‘Alms, brothers! A quarter of an hour from each of you.’ Oh, for a little time, just enough to let me finish my work. Afterwards, let Charon come.” He continued to work and travel, but died in 1957 with his wife at his side.
Just outside the city walls of Heraklion Crete, one can visit Kazantzakis’ gravesite, located there as the Orthodox Church denied his being buried in a Christian cemetery. On the jagged, cracked, unpolished Cretan marble you will find no name to designate who lies there, no dates of birth or death, only an epitaph in Greek carved in the stone. It translates: “I hope for nothing. I fear nothing. I am free.”
The gravesite of Kazantzakis.
[i] James Christian, Philosophy: An Introduction to the Art of Wondering, 11th ed. (Belmont CA.: Wadsworth, 2012), 656
[ii] Christian, Philosophy: An Introduction to the Art of Wondering, 656.
[iii] Christian, Philosophy: An Introduction to the Art of Wondering, 653.
[iv] Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco (New York: Touchstone, 1975), 23
8 thoughts on “The Philosophy of Nikos Kazantzakis”
A strange conflict of motivations: selflessness and effectiveness. The same conflict that drives charitable religious traditions like simple Christian and Buddhist endeavors. How to be selfless without being a doormat for the selfish? How to be effective without eliminating options from one’s worldview.
The secret to “success” appears to me to be fortunate personal happenstance. We celebrate the winners of this lottery, while discounting the much more common “losers” through the “no true Scotsman” fallacy.
there is no doubt that luck plays a huge role in our lives. interestingly, when people mess up, they offer excuses—they blame circumstances. But when they have successes, they accept praise and attribute the success to their own excellence and free will.
Thank you for this article. It inspired me to write a short letter to my four children. Perhaps I wanted to caution them not to miss the opportunity to take advantage of their parents’ experiences before their presence is erased from life, and to also perhaps protect them from the arrogance of youth that may make them value less the lessons learnt by their parents; an arrogance of youth and scientism of which I had been guilty when my mother was alive.
Here is what I wrote;
-Tenderness and Strength-
Nikos Kazantzakis (author of Zorba the Greek and The Last Temptation of Christ) was born in 1883 into a peasant family surrounded by fishermen, farmers, and shepherds. Of his parents he said:
“Both of my parents circulate in my blood, the one fierce, hard, and morose, the other tender, kind, and saintly. I have carried them all my days; neither has died … My lifelong effort is to reconcile them so that the one may give me his strength, the other her tenderness; to make the discord between them, which breaks out incessantly within me, turn to harmony inside their son’s heart.”
In my case, my father passed away when I was around five years old; I now have only some tiny shreds of memory of him; thin, tall, very weak and standing in silence or in prayer. But I was told that he was gentle, generous and followed God’s commands in the way he conducted his life. I thus have no experience of discord to reconcile between my parents and I am left only with the tenderness, kindness and saintliness of my mother who taught and entertained me with stories while we slept under a sky ablaze with stars before television came to our little town. Some of the strength I got, when I needed to provide a better life for you which my salary, as a professor, could not afford, was my sense of indignation about how unfair the distribution of wealth is in my society that led me to vividly imagine how my father might have lived and provided for his family and relatives, not as an employee to an oil company or a government but as a daring merchant who sailed the seas for pearls and to India for merchandise. This little thought, in an unimaginable way, gave me the strength and drive to start creating my own wealth and worth. But I have always been sustained by my mother’s tenderness and kindness towards others.
My parents, both, are still circulating in my blood.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful letter. JGM
To Len Arends
You are thinking of achieving balance between opposing qualities such as effectiveness and having more options to choose from, selflessness and alertness in order not to be exploited by the selfish, etc. in just your own self or that of just one individual. But why not think of a symbiotic relationship between two (or even more) where one has more of one quality and the other has more of the other complementary (or say opposite) quality? Or generally have complementary characters in order to encompass more than one quality?
If the dialogue between the members of the group is open, respectful and democratic then a group character will emerge that is very intelligent because it will be adaptable and dynamic and is capable of shifting between the opposites of character quality spectrums depending on the challenges faced by it.
In fact, my wife and I believe that this is what is making our combined effort in running our business successful. But this should not be limited to business; it could also be for a family or close friends or comrades. I wonder if perhaps Kazantzakis had such a relationship with a theist (his wife or Bergson?) which enabled him to hold theism and atheism in the same heart/mind?
It is also interesting to note that in Quantum Physics, matter and energy have sustained two ‘opposing’ descriptions depending on what the observer wants to know.
Thank you for this summary, it was really interesting and I was immediately captivated by how Kazantzakis expresses himself through his writing and ideas. I most certainly will read his autobiography. What he wrote about “begging for a few more minutes” and then how then can “Charon do its work” is powerful and motivating. It reminds me of Seneca : “What can I do, dear Lucilius? Death is chasing after me, and I must hurry.”. The ironic thing about all these great philosophers is that they learn to be unafraid and not too concerned about it. It is not fear, but more like a composed defiance.
“General, the battle draws to a close and I make my report. This is where and how I fought. I fell wounded, lost heart, but did not desert. Though my teeth clattered from fear, I bound my forehead tightly with a red handkerchief to hide the blood, and ran to the assault.”. I love this.
Also, his gravesite seems almost a mockery. I love philosophers. Every time I learn about a new one, and their ideas, I am fascinated. Thanks again for introducing us to the world of Kazantzakis.
your quote from Seneca is a perfect parallel to the Kazantzakis quote. K is one of my favorites and I write about him a lot on this site. thanks for the comments. JGM
His wife’s depiction of him as a veritable saint is the only thing wrong here. Read what she said again: it only neglects the ability of him to have been able to walk on water.