Zarathustra A God That Can Dance ~ 10
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| event type | discourse |
| date & time | 31 Mar 1987 am |
| location | Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune |
| language | English |
| audio | Available, duration 1h 47min. Quality: good. Live music after the discourse. |
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| video | Available, duration 1h 55min. Quality: good, but a slight constant audio-noise. |
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| online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
| shorttitle | ZARA110 |
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- synopsis
- Reader of the sutras: Ma Prem Maneesha.
- The sutras
- Of the new idol
- There are still peoples and herds somewhere, but not with us, my brothers: here there are states....
- The state is the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies, too; and this lie creeps from its mouth: 'I, the state, am the people.'
- It is a lie! It was creators who created peoples and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life.
- It is destroyers who set snares for many and call it the state: they hang a sword and a hundred desires over them.
- Where a people still exists, there the people do not understand the state and hate it as the evil eye and sin against custom and law....
- A free life still remains for great souls. Truly, he who possesses little is so much the less possessed: praised be a moderate poverty!
- Only there, where the state ceases, does the man who is not superfluous begin: does the song of the necessary man, the unique and irreplaceable melody, begin.
- Of the flies of the marketplace
- Flee, my friend, into your solitude: I see you stung by poisonous flies. Flee to where the raw, rough breeze blows!
- Flee into your solitude! You have lived too near the small and pitiable men. Flee from their hidden vengeance! Towards you they are nothing but vengeance.
- No longer lift your arm against them! They are innumerable and it is not your fate to be a fly-swat....
- I see you wearied by poisonous flies, I see you bloodily torn in a hundred places; and your pride refuses even to be angry.
- They want blood from you in all innocence, their bloodless souls thirst for blood -- and therefore they sting in all innocence.
- But you, profound man, you suffer too profoundly even from small wounds; and before you have recovered, the same poison-worm is again crawling over your hand.
- You are too proud to kill these sweet-toothed creatures. But take care that it does not become your fate to bear all their poisonous injustice!
- They buzz around you even with their praise: and their praise is importunity. They want to be near your skin and your blood....
- And they are often kind to you. But that has always been the prudence of the cowardly. Yes, the cowardly are prudent!...
- Because you are gentle and just-minded, you say: 'They are not to be blamed for their little existence.' But their little souls think: 'All great existence is blameworthy.'
- Even when you are gentle towards them, they still feel you despise them; and they return your kindness with secret unkindness.
- Your silent pride always offends their taste; they rejoice if you are ever modest enough to be vain....
- Have you not noticed how often they became silent when you approached them, and how their strength left them like smoke from a dying fire?
- Yes, my friend, you are a bad conscience to your neighbours: for they are unworthy of you.
- ... Thus spake Zarathustra.
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