Schopenhauer is one of the mysteries of the modern transition. Buddhism in the form of a German Swiss army knife pops out of German Classical philosophy via Schopenhauer and sows the seeds of a new and future ‘inside out religion’ that can assist secularists to get their bearings. The family resemblance to Indian philosophy is remarkable and as remarkable that that realization spring from the dry and severe Kant, his deeper genius exposed by his great successor. The future is already playing a game of ‘death chicken’ with the downshifted betrayal by Nietzsche of the thesis on the Will in nature from Schopenhauer. The derelict kamikazis of the Nietzchean apotheosis of the superman comic are already here, and soon gone. Schopenhauer was already a new age buddhist, and a universe more, before the coming of twentieth century buddhism.
Nothing controls the genius, but he has a funny echo in a infinite hall of mirrors: the autistic/asperger type who sometimes sees through puzzles: this Hollywood movie portrays with exaggerated mythology the low end of the spectrum that includes the mozarts. This movie distorts the question, but why would anyone compose such a plot? So, I guess, the genius is in nature, but not of it. The issue of ‘genius’ is the mystery of the mind/soul empirical psychology can’t find: it springs from behind the mind in manifestation and never reveals it secret. The glimpse of the ‘thing it itself’, or in a word Schopenhauer disliked, the noumenal.