Zarathustra The Laughing Prophet ~ 03

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event type discourse
date & time 9 Apr 1987 am
location Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Pune
language English
audio Available, duration 2h 24min. Quality: good.
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shorttitle ZARA203
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synopsis
Reader of the sutra: Ma Prem Maneesha.
The sutra
Of scholars
I have left the house of scholars and slammed the door behind me.
Too long did my soul sit hungry at their table; I have not been schooled, as they have, to crack knowledge as one cracks nuts.
I love freedom and the air over fresh soil; I would sleep on ox-skins rather than on their dignities and respectabilities.
I am too hot and scorched by my own thought: it is often about to take my breath away. Then I have to get into the open air and away from all dusty rooms.
But they sit cool in the cool shade: they want to be mere spectators in everything and they take care not to sit where the sun burns upon the steps....
When they give themselves out as wise, their little sayings and truths make me shiver: their wisdom often smells as if it came from the swamps....
They are clever, they have cunning fingers: what is my simplicity compared with their diversity? Their fingers understand all threading and knitting and weaving: thus they weave the stockings of the spirit!...
They keep a sharp eye upon one another and do not trust one another as well as they might. Inventive in small slynesses, they lie in wait for those whose wills go upon lame feet -- they lie in wait like spiders....
They also know how to play with loaded dice; and I found them playing so zealously that they were sweating.
We are strangers to one another, and their virtues are even more opposed to my taste than are their falsehoods and loaded dice.
And when I lived among them I lived above them. They grew angry with me for that.
They did not want to know that someone was walking over their heads; and so they put wood and dirt and rubbish between their heads and me.
Thus they muffled the sound of my steps: and from then on the most scholarly heard me the worst....
But I walk above their heads with my thoughts in spite of that; and even if I should walk upon my own faults, I should still be above them and their heads.
For men are not equal: thus speaks justice. And what I desire they may not desire!
... Thus spake Zarathustra.


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