Ah, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed! And especially above the heavens: for all gods are poet-symbolisations, poet-sophistications! Truly, ever are we drawn aloft – that is, to the realm of the clouds: on these do we set our gaudy puppets, and then call them gods and Supermen: Are not they light enough for those chairs! – all these gods and Supermen? Ah, how I am weary of all the inadequate that is insisted on as actual! Ah, how I am weary of the poets! When Zarathustra so spoke, his disciple resented it, but was silent. And Zarathustra also was silent; and his eye directed itself inwardly, as if it gazed into the far distance. At last he sighed and drew breath. I am of today and heretofore, said he thereupon; but something is in me that is of the morrow, and the day following, and the hereafter. I became weary of the poets, of the old and of the new: superficial are they all to me, and shallow seas. They did not think sufficiently into the depth; therefore their feeling did not reach to the bottom.
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God bless the lying poets, they protect us from those so prideful, they think they own the truth.
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Fred N. is interesting – but I do take his lyrical ranting with a large dose of salt. As a Christian, I almost feel guilty for liking his philosophy so much.
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LOL, I wrote a post a while back about romancing Fred. I really do like him and he came very close to actually reasoning his way to the existence of God, but missed it a few times. He was a smart man who dared to think, and that’s always a good thing ;)
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Yes. Well-said IB. I think his anti-Christian (anti- churchianity ?) streak was, like Kierkegaard’s, due to the dead formalism of the Church in Northern Europe. (Fred’s dad was a Lutheran pastor.)
I read Zarathustra for the poetry and the lyricism more than anything else.
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