![]() ![]() ![]() I am too hot and scorched by my own thought: it is often about to take my breath away. I love freedom and the air over fresh soil I would sleep on ox-skins rather than on their dignities and respectabilities. Too long did my soul sit hungry at their table I have not been schooled, as they have, to crack knowledge as one cracks nuts. ![]() They are innocent, even in their wickedness.īut to the sheep I am no longer a scholar: thus my fate will have it - blessed be my fate!įor this is the truth: I have left the house of scholars and slammed the door behind me. To children I am still a scholar, and to thistles and red poppies, too. I like to lie here where children play, beside the broken wall, among thistles and red poppies. but then there were paragraphs like thisĪs I lay asleep, a sheep ate at the ivy-wreath upon my head - ate and said: 'Zarathustra is no longer a scholar.' It spoke and went away stiffly and proud. ![]() Gik ind i den her med en del skepsis ift nietzsches filosofier og det var til dels også det samme jeg stødte på, meget maskulin tilgang til eksistens, der konstant skal søge selvets grænser for at finde sin final form the ubermensch og hæve sig over det verdslige, og at magt ligger i indvidets indre frem for kollektivitets styrke and whatnot, al den der maskuline individualisme. ![]()
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