Thus Spoke Zarathustra
God is dead?
Okay, who killed God and didn't tell anyone?
"But he "had" to die: he saw with eyes that saw everything; he saw man's depths and ultimate grounds, all his concealed disgrace and ugliness. His pity knew no shame: he crawled into my dirtiest nooks. This most curious, over obtrusive, over pitying one had to die. He always saw me: on such a witness I wanted to have revenge or not live myself. The god who saw everything, even man---this god had to die! Man cannot bear it that such a witness should live. Thus spoke the Ugliest man."
After reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra several times, I've decided it is not reviewable and, perhaps, not meant to be reviewed, as it will be something different to each individual mind -- like God, the color blue, or the taste of a fine wine.
Thus Spoke Zarathustra is absolutely one of the most informative, easy to read, humorous, internationally-debated, philosophical - theological, psychological writings to date -- and still, not many have a clue as to what Nietzsche has brought to the table, or even why. Indeed, this is better than Da Vinci Code (sorry Mr. Brown). It is a book for None and All, to be sure. I dub Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra the 8th Wonder of the World.
"I walk among this people and keep my eyes open: they do not forgive me that I do not envy their virtues. They bite at me because I say to them: small people need small virtues --- and because I find it hard to accept that small people are needed.
I am like a rooster in a strange yard, where the hens also bite at him; but I am not angry with the hens on that account. I am polite to them as with all small annoyances; to be prickly to what is small strikes me as wisdom for hedgehogs."
Highly Recommended! --Katharena Eiermann, 2007, the Realm of Existentialism -- Presidential Hopeful
"Before you they feel small, and their baseness glimmers and glows in invisible revenge. Have you not noticed how often they became mute when you stepped among them, and how their strength went from them like smoke from a dying fire?
Indeed, my friend, you are the bad conscience of your neighbors: for they are unworthy of you. They hate you, therefore, and would like to suck your blood. Your neighbors will always be poisonous flies; that which is great in you, just that must make them more poisonous and more like flies.
Flee, my friend, into your solitude and where the air is raw and strong! It is not your lot to shoo flies. --Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
