All Of Life Is A Dispute Over

You Say 'i' And You Are Proud Of This Word. But Greater Than This- Although You Will Not Believe In It - Is Your Body And Its Great Intelligence, Which Does Not Say 'i' But Performs 'i'.

You Call Yourself Free? I Want To Hear Your Ruling Thought And Not That You Have Escaped A Yoke. Are You Such A One As Was Permitted To Escape A Yoke? There Are Some Who Threw Away Their Ultimate Worth When They Threw Away Their Servitude. Free From What? What Is That To Zarathustra! But Your Eyes Should Announce To Me Brightly: Free For What?

...if I Continued To Harbour Any Hope For Music It Lay In The Expectation That A Musician Might Come Who Was Sufficiently Bold, Subtle, Malicious, Southerly, Superhealthy To Confront That Music And In An Immortal Fashion Take Revenge On It.

I Have Been Casting Shadows All My Life Without Caring About How Deeply They Stain My Soul.

I Am Zarathustra The Godless: Where Shall I Find My Equal? All Those Who Give Themselves Their Own Will And Renounce All Submission, They Are My Equals.