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.
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shorttitle ZARA110
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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