The saint and Zarathustra
‘And what is the Saint doing in the forest?’ asked Zarathustra. The saint answered: ‘I make songs and sing them; and when I make songs, I laugh, cry, and hum: thus do I praise God. With singing, crying, laughing, and humming do I praise the god who is my god. But what do you bring us as a gift?’ When Zarathustra had heard these words he bade the saint farewell and said: ‘What could I have to give you? But let me go quickly lest I take something from you!’ And thus they separated, the old one and the man, laughing as two boys laugh. But when Zarathustra was alone he spoke thus to his heart: ‘Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard anything of this, that God is dead!’
—trans. Walter Kaufmann, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Prologue, sect. 2.
کسخل خودتی و جد و آبادت. اوهوم. من خیلیم کبرخلم.
از نیچه جان نبشتی که دستت مرسی. نوستالژی و اینا.
یس. گاد ایز دد.