Dregs of Yore

 Part II: The Virtuous, Thus Spake Zarathustra “With thunder and heavenly fireworks must one speak to indolent and somnolent senses. But beauty’s voice speaketh gently: it appealeth only to the most awakened souls... At you, ye virtuous ones, laughed my beauty to-day. And thus came its voice unto me: ‘They want—to be paid besides!’” A listless soul is called into being only by the sheer force of tragedy and malevolence, for its eyes are half closed and it overlooks the smaller, but surer signs of degeneration in its surroundings. And who dares make the claim that all of his soul is awake? The ones who lie in a blissful sleep, untouched yet by the force of the Terrible Mother, might still play their hand at a chance for redemption. What about those of us, who wilfully shut our eyes, to that which we deem unworthy of our notice? What about those of us, who find lost shines in others, and whole suns in our confines? And even if we blessed ones may find ourselves ensconced in brief in...

Part I: Backworldsmen, Thus Spake Zarathustra “Ah, ye brethren, that God whom I created was human work and human madness, like all the Gods! A man was he, and only a poor fragment of a man and ego. Out of mine own ashes and glow it came unto me, that phantom. And verily, it came not unto me from the beyond! What happened, my brethren? I surpassed myself, the suffering one; I carried mine own ashes to the mountain; a brighter flame I contrived for myself. And lo! Thereupon the phantom WITHDREW from me!” Perhaps the supernaturalism of God lies in the very fact that Nature's favourite child, Man devised such an ingenious and unparalleled higher ultimate value. Who would have thought that such an omniscient, almighty ideal could be born out of the imperfect Man? When he is sickened by the realisation of tragedy and malevolence, he turns towards the opposite extreme in a desperate attempt to escape from his disease, and invents it, if he cannot find it in his world. He projects those id...