A Little Light Reading While I’m Away…

by | Jan 1, 2007 | Stress Blog | 3 comments

Thus Spoke Zarathustra” – Friedrich Nietzche

Part I, Chapter 11 – The New Idol

Somewhere there are still peoples and herds, but not with us, my
brothers: here there are states.

A state? What is that? Well! open now your ears to me, for now I will
speak to you about the death of peoples.

State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies;
and this lie slips from its mouth: “I, the state, am the people.”

It is a lie! It was creators who created peoples, and hung a faith and a
love over them: thus they served life.

Destroyers are they who lay snares for the many, and call it state: they
hang a sword and a hundred cravings over them.

Where there are still peoples, the state is not understood, and is hated
as the evil eye, and as sin against laws and customs.

This sign I give to you: every people speaks its own language of good
and evil, which its neighbor does not understand. It has created its own
language of laws and customs.

But the state lies in all the tongues of good and evil; and whatever it
says it lies; and whatever it has it has stolen.

Everything in it is false; it bites with stolen teeth, and bites often.
It is false down to its bowels.

Confusion of tongues of good and evil; this sign I give you as the sign
of the state. This sign points to the will to death! it points to the
preachers of death!

All too many are born: for the superfluous the state was created!

See how it entices them to it, the all-too-many! How it swallows and
chews and rechews them!

“On earth there is nothing greater than I: I am the governing hand of
God.”- thus roars the monster. And not only the long-eared and
short-sighted fall upon their knees!

Ah! even in your ears, you great souls, it whispers its gloomy lies! Ah!
it finds out the rich hearts which willingly squander themselves!

Yes, it finds you too, you conquerors of the old God! You became weary
of conflict, and now your weariness serves the new idol!

It would set up heroes and honorable ones around it, the new idol!
Gladly it basks in the sunshine of good consciences,- the cold monster!

It will give everything to you, if you worship it, the new idol: thus it
buys the lustre of your virtue, and the glance of your proud eyes.

Through you it seeks to seduce the all-too-many! Yes, a hellish artifice
has been created here, a death-horse jingling with the trappings of
divine honors!

Yes, a dying for many has been created here, which glorifies itself as
life: verily, a great service to all preachers of death!

The state, I call it, where all drink poison, the good and the bad: the
state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad: the state, where
the slow suicide of all- is called “life.”

Behold the superfluous! They steal the works of the creators and the
treasures of the wise. Education, they call their theft- and everything
becomes sickness and trouble to them!

Behold the superfluous! They are always sick; they vomit their bile and
call it a newspaper. They devour each other and cannot even digest

Behold the superfluous! They acquire wealth and become the poorer for
it. They seek power, and the lever of power, much money- these impotent

See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another, and
thus pull each other into the mud and the abyss.

They all strive for the throne: this is their madness- as if happiness
sat on the throne! Often filth sits on the throne.- and often also the
throne on filth.

Madmen they all seem to me, and clambering apes, and too eager. Foul
smells their idol to me, the cold monster: foul they all smell to me,
these idolaters.

My brothers, will you suffocate in the fumes of their maws and
appetites! Better to break the windows and jump into the open air!

Escape from their foul stench! Escape from the idolatry of the superfluous!

Escape from their foul stench! Escape from the steam of these human

The earth is yet free for great souls. There are still many empty sites
for the lonesome and the twosome, surrounded by the fragrance of
tranquil seas.

A free life is yet possible for great souls. He who possesses little is
that much less possessed: blessed be a little poverty!

There, where the state ends- there only begins the man who is not
superfluous: there begins the song of the necessary, the single and
irreplaceable melody.

There, where the state ends- look there, my brothers! Do you not see it,
the rainbow and the bridges of the Superman?

Thus spoke Zarathustra.