some Interludiary Insperation

I am currently working on an actual direction for this blog, so this post will just be a excerpt that inspires me to no end from a book that means a lot to me “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” by Friedrich Nietzsche.
translated by R.J. Hollingdale.

“In truth, man is a polluted river. One must be a sea, to receive a polluted river and not be defiled.
Behold, I teach you the Superman: he is this sea, in him your great contempt can go under.
What is the greatest thing you can experience? It is the hour of the great contempt. The hour in which even your happiness grows loathsome to you, and your reason and your virtue also.
The hour when you say: ‘What good is my happiness? It is poverty and dirt and a miserable ease. but my happiness should justify existence itself!’
the hour when you say: ‘What good is my reason? Does it hunger for knowledge as the lion for its food? It is poverty and dirt and a miserable ease!’
The hour when you say: ‘What good is my virtue? It has not yet driven me mad! How tired I am of my good and my evil! It is all poverty and dirt and a miserable ease
The hour when you say: ‘What good is my justice? I do not see that I am fire and hot coals. but the just man is fire and hot coals!’
The hour when you say: ‘What good is my pity? Is not pity the cross upon which he who loves man is nailed? But my pity is no crucifixion!’
Have you ever spoken thus? Have you ever cried thus?
Ah, that I had heard you crying thus!
It is not your sin, but your moderation that cries to heaven, your very meanness in sinning that cries to Heaven!
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?
Behold, I teach you the Superman: he is this lightning, he is this madness!”

This is something that I try to follow everyday, mostly failing, but the hour of the great contempt tends to hit me when I get lazy and complacent and knocks me back on path. if you feel you are too lazy and satisfied in your life, read this a few times, really let it’s meaning and it’s power envelop you and bring you into your hour of the great contempt.

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