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 gather in the future,
and always
there will be
more war and inequality among them:
thus my great dedication
causes me to speak!

Dream-weavers and ideologues
in their hostilities they shall be;
those ideals and fables weaponized,
they shall still fight
with each other the
supreme fight!

Good and evil,
   and rich and poor,
      and high and low,
and all labels of values:
weapons shall they be, and rally banners,
that life must
again and again surpass itself!

…To rise life strives,
and in rising to surpass itself.

                     ~*~

And pause to consider, my friends!
Here where the tarantula’s den is,
rises high above an ancient temple’s ruins
— just behold it with understanding eyes!

Truly, the one who here constructed aloft his thoughts in stone,
knew as well as the wisest of us
about the secret of life!
That there is struggle and inequality
even in beauty,
and war for power
and supremacy:

that is what he teaches us
in the plainest parable.
How divinely do vault and arch
contrast here in the struggle:
how with light and shade
they strive against each other,
the divinely striving ones.—

Thus, steadfast and beautiful,
shall we also be enemies, my friends!

Divinely will we contend with one another!

                          ~*~

Damnit! Look now that tarantula has bit me,
my old enemy! Divinely steadfast and beautiful,
it has bit me on the finger!

“Punishment must there be, and justice”
— it so naturally thinks:

“not unreasonably
does he sing a song in honor of enmity!”
Yes, it has revenged itself!

Oh, now will my soul also become
disoriented with revenge!?
That I may not turn dizzy,
however, bind me fast, my friends, to this pillar!
I’d rather be a pillar-saint
than a whirl of vengeance!

Truly, no cyclone or whirlwind is Zarathustra:
and if he be a dancer,
he is
not at all
a tarantula-dancer!

–Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche trans. by Thomas Common, The Tarantulas, Part 2, No. 29

Where to begin and what to say about this continuation of the tarantula tale. Be aware that I have exercised writer’s liberty to substitute current idioms for some of the archaic language in the translation so that Nietzsche/Zarathustra is easier to read, to comprehend. The meditation is extended concerning the mindset of tarantula-persons, that is, those who default to passing judgment, to execute a verdict to diminish the status of all who cause them discomfort. A self-righteous agenda advances in a guise of ‘making America great again’, ‘pro-life’, removing DEI, antisemitism – all twisted bastardizations of language, upending standard use and meaning of the words.

Perhaps you are able to absorb the point of Nietzsche/Zarathustra as the arc of the tarantula tale advances to conclusion. The fable concludes as the storyteller is himself bitten! Potential inherent in this crisis is whether one becomes infected with a passion for revenge, for settling-the-score, for getting his ‘pound-of-flesh’. Like Odysseus in Homer’s Odyssey, the story teller depends upon his friends to bind him to a pillar so that he is not transformed, acting out “a whirl of vengeance.”

We are all dancers, of one kind or another, are we not!

This tune lends emphasis to our story-line: Human by The Killers.