Beyond Good and Evil
He smelled it before he could see it. A beast so ugly it only vaguely resembled a man. Hairy, disproportionate, caked with dirt and angry. In everything following it's emotions. In everything following it's passion. Never as second thought. The beast was strong physically and yet so weak. In it's eyes, the ape saw fear. A fear so deep it drowns worlds. A deep seated anxiety shaking the roots of being.
-"Confusion", said the biggest ape.
-"That one knows not good'", answered the crow. Wisest among the birds.
-"Take me to the second one", said the biggest ape.
Now before him stood the most beautiful man. He was perfect in every way, perfect in proportions, perfect in intellect, perfect in movement. He was surrounded by beauty. Around him beauty blossomed. Everything was made perfect by his hands, and yet it decays. Around him everything was dying. Oh so slowly, but oh so certainly.
At his feet, blood.
-"That one knows good", said the crow.
-"Take me to the third one", said the biggest ape.
There sat a man, eyes closed with a faint smile on his lips. As hard as he looked, the ape couldn't make up the limits of his body. His body was translucent light, filled with every changing colors. In him he saw the beast, in him he saw the most perfect man. And all the intermediary steps. There he sits for ever, and ever. Eternal.
-"That one knows no good nor evil", said the crow.
-"Yes"
Thus spake Apathustra.
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Life is in the blood.
Dark was the night. **Cold was the ground, and wet.**
One stormy night, the biggest ape took refuge from the lashes of the rain beneath a magnificent oak tree. *"Magnificent"* thought the biggest ape as he gazed the upon the branches stretching far and wide. The night was cold, some cold drops still found their way to his back. But right here, sitting on the biggest root, the biggest ape was at peace. All he had to do is wait.
Two men appeared from each side of the road. One from the east, the other form the west.
"Can I join?", said the main from the east.
"May I sit?", said the man from the west.
*Yes*, nodded the biggest ape.
The men sat. The man from the east opened a small wooden box revealing exquisitely made little figurines. He bowed down an started to pray.
The other man took a book out of his bag. A red book with a shining blue sword on the cover. And started to read.
When the first man had finished, the second one said: "I see you are religious man."
- "I am, I see you do not believe in the gods." Answered he, pointing at the book.
- "I do not. I believe in the power of reason. Man has no need for supersistitions."
- "Reason is limited. How can you speak thus, have you never made a mistake in your life."
- "Have your gods answered all your prayers."
Both men remained silent as they looked at each other.
- "What say you, ape?" Said the man from the east.
Looking at the figurines in the man's box, he answered, his deep voice echoing the rumbles of the skies:
*"They have eyes, yet they do not see. They have hands, yet they do not make. They have mouths yet do not speak."*
Then turning towards the others man's book, he paused.
*"Your sword has two edges, yet it does not cut."*
*"Life is the blood"*, said the biggest as he was making his leave.
*Life is in the blood.*
Thus spake Apathustra.
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The Sun.
Let me tell you about the Sun. Which nurtures life in everything through its shining radiance. Whose golden light encourages growth and whose warmth mends the deepest rashes and wounds of the soul.
Yet there is another sun, a darker sun, whose shining brightness shines brighter than any sun. That sun never sets and never rises for it is always there. The sun of creation, the sun that was there before the golden sun. The sun that nurtured the seed deep underground before any leaf pierced the wind, reaching for the sky.
For every tree needs two suns, one that nourishes its leaves and one that nourishes its roots.
The tree on Man is the same, for all men are born of the same tree. Roots must go into the deepest depths just as leaves and branches reach for the highest skies.
Thus is the will to life, and thus spoke Apathustra.
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The Conqueror of Worlds
Years ago, the biggest ape heard of a conqueror who carved a great empire out of an entire planet.
- "It's only a legend" some people would say, "no such man could ever exist".
Others would believe in his existence but not in his deeds:
- "No such man could ever exist", they would also say.
- "A blood-thirsty, thug" said one intellectual. "It's a good thing we no longer have to deal with such people."
- "When he died", he continued, "His last command was to be buried at a secret place, and anyone who buried him murdered."
-"Any indications as to that place?", asked the biggest ape.
-"Nothing making sense.", said the intellectual. "He is said to be buried at the threshold. Where the mountain, meets the sea. Halfway between man and beast. Only where the eternal sun shines. To get there you would have to close your eyes and follow a narrow path by the moonlight. When the sun rises, you would see if you followed the right path. Then with everything revealed, you would face your Judgment".
-"Hum.", grunted the biggest ape.
Weeks later, the biggest ape was sitting at the burial place. Staring at the ancient tombstone in deep contemplation.
*"May they doubt my deeds and that I ever walked amongst men, so only the worthy may believe"*
Putting the dirt back on the stone, the biggest ape arose.
"Rest, wise one."
Thus spake Apathustra.
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The Ideal
As the biggest ape was at his desk, a small child approached him. He was tiny, much smaller than children his age with clear, sparkling eyes.
-"What are you doing", said the child.
-"I am writing a book", said the biggest ape.
-"About what?"
-"The ideal."
The child paused a minute, thinking.
-"Are you the ideal?"
-"No."
-"Have you seen it?"
-"No."
"Then how can you write about something you don't know?"
The biggest paused and laughed.
-"That is the nature of the ideal.", said the biggest ape. "It can always be perceived, but never seen. When you call upon it, it comes. Never fully, never for long. When you've been touched by it, it is your duty to keep some of it's sent about you."
Turning towards the child he added.
-"This is how you call the ideal: you think about it, you perceive it and you write about it. So others as well might be touched by it".
-"I understand."
Thus spake the child.
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The Gates of Hell
Many days and many nights did the biggest ape spend on this strange planet. The planet of moral people who talk often of hell. They had a dress for man, one for married women, one for boys, one for girls. When the priests called to prayers they came, when the priests called to sacrifice they sacrificed. They all woke up at the same time, ate a same time, prayed at the same time. Their lives ruled by a religion under the rhythm of the stars.
-"We do it for this is good", said some.
-"We do it because it's best", said others.
Never did the biggest ape enquire further for he knew they had no more explanation to give.
One day at the market he met a learned man of those people.
"We do it because our fathers did it, and before them our forefathers", said the old man, his voice as dry and leathery as his skin. "Obedience was the primary virtue of our forefathers and what brought them glory and paradise". He paused for a while, appearing to think. "We are nowhere as obedient as they were and for that we suffer, this is the reason for our poverty and wretchedness." And with that the old man raised his eyes, deeply sunken in dark caves, hidden behind the weight of eyebrows too big for the emaciated face.
The biggest ape rose and took his leave, he had nothing to say.
As he was making his way out, a man stood in front of him, unmoved by the lamentations, unstirred by the calls of the priests. There he stood behind his stole.
-"Who is this man?", asked the biggest ape.
-"He is the richest merchant. ", said one.
-"We buy from him because he cheats less", said another, "if only he was more moral like us".
-"If only he would pray like us", lamented a woman.
-"If only he would give some of his money", said a beggar.
-"It pains us that he should go to hell", whispered and old woman.
Hearing the talk the man looked up, locking eyes with the biggest ape.
'If I ever enter a god's hell', said the man, 'I will make sure to do so an a honest man.'
'I understand'.
Thus thought Apathustra.
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The Fool
One day the biggest ape was walking a lonely path leading to the top of a hill when he saw an emaciated man sitting below a dead tree. His clothes were in tatters and yet his eyes glew with the intensity of emptiness. "Strange", thought the biggest ape.
- "Come", said the man as the biggest ape came closer to him. "I have news for you."
"Let me tell you of the dreadful place called life", continued the old man. "Dreadful indeed it is, and full of sorrow, for life is suffering. I know for I have been cursed with intellect and discernment. I teach it for I hold compassion into my heart, and suffer for it dearly for I am but compassion.
The truth.
Happiness is the glow of the feeble minded, the madness of the blind. I know, I know, because..."
-"Hum.", grunted the biggest ape without skipping a step. He was busy.
At the top of the hill he heard a strange noise from behind and turned back. Instead of one old man, they were now many around the dead tree. All in tattered clothes, with glowing eyes looking at each other, backs turned to the world. "Let me tell you of the dreadful place called life..." he heard them say to each other.
"Fools. I am busy."
Thus spake Apathustra.
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