No one could tell me where my soul might be; I searched for God but He eluded me; I sought my brother out and found all three.
So I'm reading this book The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism by Max Weber for my Religion course and I ran into a little bit of wisdom I thought I would share with you all. It comes from a guy named Spencer and it goes a little something like this.
posted by Zarathustra at 10/16/2006 12:13:00 AM
When Zarathustra had said these words he became silent, like one who has not yet said his last word; long he weighed his staff in his hand, doubtfully. At last he spoke thus, and the tone of his voice had changed. 'Now I go alone, my disciples. You too go now, alone. Thus I want it. Verily, I counsel you: go away from me and resist Zarathustra! And even better: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he deceived you. The man of knowledge must not only love his enemies, he must also be able to hate his friends. One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. And why do you not want to pluck at my wreath? You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day? Beware lest a statue slay you. You say you believe Zarathurstra? But what matters Zarathustra? You are my believers-but what matter all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves: and you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little. Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.' - 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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