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  • Writer's pictureTom Robinson

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Now that I have traversed hell multiple times, suffered brutally, and come out of the other side, I realise that I understand things on a completely different level.

I am far too engrossed in my book to write too much this morning, but I felt as though I needed to document this...

So, in recent posts I've been alluding to the root cause of all of our suffering which I see to be the 'real world' itself - the world where we ride roughshod over each other and are manipulated by ours and everyone else's egos - in business, in government, in relationships, in culture, in fricking everything, all over social media, blah blah blah - I mean f*** Corona virus, the ego brainwashing of the 'real world' is the REAL infection of humanity.

Anyway, I haven't met anyone that understands me yet so I'm having to embrace my solitude (where true freedom exists anyway) and draw comfort from the likes of Friedrich Nietzsche who said the following:

The state, I call it, where all are poison-drinkers, the good and the bad: the state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where the slow suicide of all—is called “life.”
Just see these superfluous ones! They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise. Culture, they call their theft—and everything becometh sickness and trouble unto them!
Just see these superfluous ones! Sick are they always; they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper. They devour one another and cannot even digest themselves.
Just see these superfluous ones! Wealth, they acquire and become poorer thereby. Power, they seek for, and above all, the lever of power, much money—these impotent ones!
See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another, and thus scuffle into the mud and the abyss.
Towards the throne they all strive: it is their madness—as if happiness sat on the throne! Oft-times sitteth filth on the throne, —and oft-times also the throne on filth.
Madmen they all seem to me, and clambering apes, and too eager. Badly smelleth their idol to me, the cold monster: badly they all smell to me, these idolaters.
My brethren, will ye suffocate in the fumes of their maws and appetites! Better break the windows and jump into the open air!
Do go out of the way of the bad odour! Withdraw from the idolatry of the superfluous!
Do go out of the way of the bad odour! Withdraw from the steam of these human sacrifices!
Open still remaineth the earth for great souls. Empty are still many sites for lone ones and twain ones, around which floateth the odour of tranquil seas.
Open still remaineth a free life for great souls. Verily, he who pos-sesseth little is so much the less possessed: blessed be moderate poverty!
There, where the state ceaseth—there only commenceth the man who is not superfluous: there commenceth the song of the necessary ones, the single and irreplaceable melody.
There, where the state ends - just look my brethren! Do ye not see it, the rainbow and the bridges of the Superhuman?—
Thus spake Zarathustra.

I wish I knew someone who understood this as I do!

I live in hope Zarathustra.


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