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event type | discourse |
date & time | 16 Apr 1987 am |
location | Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune |
language | English |
audio | Available, duration 1h 49min. Quality: good. Live music after the discourse. |
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video | Available, duration 1h 57min. Quality: good. |
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online text | find the PDF of this discourse |
shorttitle | ZARA217 |
- notes
- synopsis
- Reader of the sutra: Ma Prem Maneesha.
- The sutra
- Of old and new law-tables part 1
- Here I sit and wait, old shattered law-tables around me and also new, half-written law-tables. When will my hour come? -- the hour of my down-going, my descent: for I want to go to men once more.
- For that I now wait: for first the sign that it is my hour must come to me -- namely, the laughing lion with the flock of doves.
- Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
- When I visited men, I found them sitting upon an old self-conceit. Each one thought he had long since known what was good and evil for man.
- All talk of virtue seemed to them an ancient wearied affair; and he who wished to sleep well spoke of 'good' and 'evil' before retiring.
- I disturbed this somnolence when I taught that nobody yet knows what is good and evil -- unless it be the creator!
- But he it is who creates a goal for mankind and gives the earth its meaning and its future: he it is who creates the quality of good and evil in things.
- And I bade them overturn their old professorial chairs, and wherever that old self-conceit had sat. I bade them laugh at their great masters of virtue and saints and poets and world-redeemers.
- I bade them laugh at their gloomy sages, and whoever had sat as a black scarecrow, cautioning, on the tree of life....
- ... And I laughed over all their 'past' and its decayed expiring glory.
- Truly, like lenten preachers and fools did I cry anger and shame over all their great and small things -- their best is so very small! Their worst is so very small! -- thus Ii laughed.
- Thus from out of me cried and laughed my wise desire, which was born on the mountains, a wild wisdom, in truth! -- my great desire with rushing wings.
- And often it tore me forth and up and away and in the midst of laughter: and then indeed I flew, an arrow, quivering with sun-intoxicated rapture:
- Out into the distant future, which no dream has yet seen, into warmer souths than artists have ever dreamed of, there where gods, dancing, are ashamed of all clothes -- so that I might speak in parables, and hobble and stutter like poets: and truly, I am ashamed that I still have to be a poet!
- Where all becoming seemed to me the dancing of gods and the wantonness of gods, and the world unrestrained and abandoned and fleeing back to itself....
- Where all time seemed to me a blissful mockery of moments, where necessity was freedom itself, which blissfully played with the goad of freedom --
- Where I found again my old devil and arch-enemy, the spirit of gravity, and all that he created: compulsion, dogma, need and consequence and purpose and will and good and evil....
- I want to go to man once more: I want to go under among them, I want to give them, dying, my richest gift!...
- ... Thus spake Zarathustra.
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