AnnFoy SILVER, Louisburg, North Carolina
6 articles 10 photos 1 comment
Favorite Quote:
Zarathustra, however, looked at the people and wondered. Then he<br /> spake thus:<br /> Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- a<br /> rope over an abyss.<br /> A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous<br /> looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.<br /> What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what<br /> is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going.<br /> I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for<br /> they are the over-goers.<br /> I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers,<br /> and arrows of longing for the other shore.<br /> I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for<br /> going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the<br /> earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.<br /> I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order<br /> that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own<br /> down-going.<br /> I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the<br /> house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and<br /> plant: for thus seeketh he his own down-going.<br /> I love him who loveth his virtue: for virtue is the will to<br /> down-going, and an arrow of longing.<br /> I love him who reserveth no share of spirit for himself, but wanteth<br /> to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walketh he as spirit<br /> over the bridge.<br /> I love him who maketh his virtue his inclination and destiny:<br /> thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no<br /> more.<br /> I love him who desireth not too many virtues. One virtue is more<br /> of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny<br /> to cling to.<br /> I love him whose soul is lavish, who wanteth no thanks and doth<br /> not give back: for he always bestoweth, and desireth not to keep for<br /> himself.<br /> I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favour, and<br /> who then asketh: "Am I a dishonest player?"- for he is willing to<br /> succumb.<br /> I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of his deeds,<br /> and always doeth more than he promiseth: for he seeketh his own<br /> down-going.<br /> I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past<br /> ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.<br /> I love him who chasteneth his God, because he loveth his God: for he<br /> must succumb through the wrath of his God.<br /> I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may<br /> succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the<br /> bridge.<br /> I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and<br /> all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.<br /> I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his<br /> head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causeth his<br /> down-going.<br /> I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the<br /> dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the<br /> lightning, and succumb as heralds.<br /> Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the<br /> cloud: the lightning, however, is the Superman.-
I love that song!! Which by the way is now stuck in my head... :)
This is beautiful. The style reminds me of the Madeline picture books. The ones with the little French girl in the yellow hat? I used to love those.