It Is I, The Ungodly Zarathustra, Who

If The All Powerful God Controls Satan He Is An Accomplice, And If He Doesn't, He Is Not An All Powerful God.

Alas! There Cometh The Time When Man Will No Longer Give Birth To Any Star. Alas! There Cometh The Time Of The Most Despicable Man, Who Can No Longer Despise Himself.

Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.

The 'kingdom Of God' Is Not Something One Waits For; It Has No Yesterday Or Tomorrow, It Does Not Come 'in A Thousand Years' It Is An Experience Within A Heart; It Is Everywhere, It Is Nowhere.

Every Talent Must Unfold Itself In Fighting.