It seems to me there’s a hazard we secular minded folk risk. Our satisfaction, indeed our conviction of the truth of cause and effect becomes a filter, a colored lens of sorts, a type of bias… It goes without saying too, bias allows us perceive anything at all. Without some bias (a lens) we’d…
Sunday arrived early in my case. Was it that two hour nap which I enjoyed yesterday afternoon? Or was it a melange of current events in my subconscious which aroused me at 5:30AM today? Impossible to tell. Anyway it’s a typical chilly mid-western spring day, brilliant sunlight, and everything fades by comparison to the…
Waking to an overcast day. A stiff wind continues to blow. There’s some relief from the high gusts of yesterday which transported a dust storm, yes giant horizon-wide clouds of yellow-grey field soil from farms to the distant west. A dust storm in Chicago. This is the American mid-west, not a middle eastern country…
These preachers of equality I’ll not be mixed up, confounded with them. This is how justice speaks to me: “Human beings are not equal.” And nor will they ever become so! And what of my dedication to the Overman, if I spoke anything different? ~*~ On a thousand bridges and piers shall they…
THIS isthe tarantula’s den! Would you see the tarantula itself?Here hangs its web: touch this,so that it trembles.There comes the tarantula willingly: Enter, the tarantula! Black on your backis your triangle and symbol;and I know also what is in your soul. ~*~Revenge is in your soul:wherever you bite, there arises black scab;with revenge,…
And as strong winds we will live above them, neighbor to the eagles, neighbor to the snow, neighbor to the sun: thus live the strong winds. And like a wind I will one day blow among them, and with my spirit, take the breath from their spirit: thus wills my future. Truly,…
But I asked once,and my question almost suffocated me:What? Is the rabble alsonecessary for life? Are poisoned fountains necessary,and stinking fires,and filthy dreams,and maggots in the bread of life? Not my hatred, — my loathing, gnawed hungrily at my life!Ah, often my spirit was drained,when I found even the rabble spiritual! And holding my…
LIFE is a well of delight;but where the rabble also drink,thereall fountains are poisoned. To everything clean I am well disposed;but I hate to seethe grinning mouthsand the thirst of the unclean. They cast their eye down into the fountain:and now glance up to metheir odious smile out of the fountain. They poisoned the…
But Zarathustra didn’t come to say to all those liars and fools: “What do you know of virtue! What could you know of virtue!” –But that you, my friends, might become weary of the old words which you have learned from the fools and liars: That you might become weary of the words …
WITH thunderand heavenly fireworksmust one speakto lethargic and drowsy senses. But beauty’s voicespeaks gently:it appeals onlyto the most awakened souls. My buckler gently vibratedand laughed to me to-day;it was beauty’s holy laughing and thrilling. At you, you virtuous ones,laughed my beauty to-day.And thus came its voice to me: “They want – to be paid…
