Thursday, June 16, 2011

Uzzah and Zarathustra

"The Buddha, in his wisdom, said 'all life is suffering.' Nietzsche, in his determination, said, 'bring it.' "
And Uzzah spake, saying:

"Poor, poor Zarathustra.; Zarathustra, my dearest friend, the breather of my breath. You were a warrior of truth,a hoplite for Socrates, but your flesh fed only the vultures while your blood seeped into the ground. Despair not, my friend and worthy mentor, though you do not know it, the trees that have grown in your soil have borne your fruit, all unknowing the mettle of the dirt from which they have sprung. In those trees roost songbirds who sing sweetly to one another, and the chuckling crows who leave your woods to go seek the spirits of the newly fallen. They are your worthy heirs, whether you know it or not.

My friend, my friend, where you spoke of the natural history of morals, they now sing of 'pro-survivall' and 'contra-survival' behaviors. Where once you prophesied eating lunch in the ashes, they sing now of a 'heirarchy of needs'.

Where now is your reformulation of values? The vultures fed upon that, my friend, and knew it not. Now there exists only an mocking squaking, "Zarathustra valued nothing! Zarathustra spoke of the death of God with glee! Zarathustra was a nihilist and a gloomy man!" My friend, you waked in shadows, but always with a joyous heart. Uzzah knows your heart, and the secret hope you bore. A hope so bright that you dared not look at it. The vultures did not get that, not even when they feasted on your heart. Uzzah knows, and Uzzah will carry the flame for you, Uzzah who goes to feed the crows.

When nothing is important, everything can be.

"Was ist ist. Was nicht ist moeglich." - Blixa Bargeld.

When the universe has no meaning, each of us is free to make our own.

There is no plan , only a spontaneous reordering of things.

“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.” – Daniel Patrick Moynihan.

The universe itself has no meaning. Our role in it is to create those things that were not here before us and will not be here again when we are gone. Beauty, truth, justice, love, honor, glory...
"Wir kennen uns fuer lange, der Pheonix und ich. Ich lehrte... damit zu mit mir spricht." - Blixa Bargeld


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1 comment:

Lord Carnifex said...

"Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers?
Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
Susan: So we can believe the big ones?
Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.
Susan: They're not the same at all.
Death: You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.
Susan: But people have got to believe that, or what's the point?
Death: You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?"
- Terry Pratchett