Sunday, September 16, 2012

Nietzsche: Coldest of all cold monsters

Somewhere still there are peoples and herds, but not where we live, my brothers: here there are states.

State is the name of the coldest of all monsters ... it even lies coldly, and this lie crawls out if its mouth: " I, the state, am the people."

This is a lie! The ones who created the peoples were the creators, the hung a faith and a love over them, and thus they served life.

The ones who set traps for many and call them "state" are annihilators, they hang a sword and a hundred cravings over them.

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

The sign I give you: every people speaks its own tongue of good and evil - which the neighbor does not understand. It invented its own language through customs and rights.

But the state lies in all the tongues of good and evil, and whatever it may tell you, it lies - and whatever it has, it has stolen.

Everything about it is false; it bites with stolen teeth, this biting dog. Even its entrails are false.

Far too many are born: the state was invented for the superfluous!
Just look at how it lures them, the far-too-many! How it gulps and chews and ruminates them!

"On earth there is nothing greater than I: the ordaining finger of God am I" - thus roars the monster. And not only the long-eared and the shortsighted sink to their knees!

Oh, even to you, you great souls, it whispers its dark lies! Unfortunately it detects the rich hearts who gladly squander themselves!

It wants to give you everything, if you worship it, the new idol. Thus it buys the shining of your virtue and the look in your proud eyes.

Indeed a dying for many was invented here ...

State I call it, where all are drinkers of poison, the good and the bad; state, where all lose themselves, the good and the bad; state, where the slow suicide of everyone is called - "life".

Just look at the superfluous! They steal for themselves the works of the inventors and treasures of the wise: education they call their thievery - and everything turns to sickness and hardship for them!

Just look at these superfluous! They are always sick, they vomit their gall and call it the newspaper. They devour one another and are not even able to digest themselves.

Just look at these superfluous! They acquire riches and yet they become poorer. They want power and first of all the crowbar of power, much money - these impotent, impoverished ones!

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"

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